My Mom is hell bent on having the biggest, most beautiful house in the neighborhood, my college education be damned. The sounds that reach the ear, and the objects that meet the eye, are all calculated to awaken a train of sad and serious contemplation. Was there anything at all in those locked rooms of her aunt’s mind? Were they fully furnished and only a little dusty and cobwebby and in need of an airing, or were they stark vacancy except, perhaps, for a cockroach or so or the gnawing of a rat? What was the mental equivalent of a rat’s gnawing? The image was going astray. The title had formerly been held by Gianfrancesco’s brother, Alessia, now dead of plague. "I love her already.
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