That Man in Siena
by Ann M Streetman
When Laura went to Italy to celebrate her 60th birthday, she was not looking for a man. But there stood Raffaele Balducci, a talented potter, jazz guitarist, father and grandfather. His face was pleasantly wrinkled from many years under the Tuscan sun. He had lively brown eyes and dark wavy hair sprinkled with gray.Their attraction was swift and strong. They were old enough to know how love works.