The same old lines and verses, over and over, until there had come times when shrieking would have relieved her. She staggered to the fireplace and thrust it into the heart of the dying flames. She stared down at them from a high window, peering down at their moonlit faces in the bed heavy with furs, the same bed where she had given birth to Gianfrancesco’s dead son. She could tell that he was leering at her. 13 with a latchkey went humming lightly up to her room. “It’s fine, Michelle.
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