She listened with growing apprehension to the tale that Gerald told, omitting any mention of pistols and daggers, and at the end delivered herself of various expletives highly unsuited to a lady of her advanced years. All the precious paintings and statues of the divine family were here, as was the enormous wooden crucifix set above the altar. Lucy had baked the apple and pumpkin pies, carefully molding the flour crusts and adding extra teaspoonfuls of allspice and cinnamon while no one looked. This foster child’s name was Mary Lucia Iovelli, and we have photographic documents of a woman who looks exactly like you, dear. “Queer letters he writes,” she said. He was snoring stupidly. I will tell you this much, because you have been kind.
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