She had noticed a twenty year pattern emerging, and funny how opportunity seemed to strike just when she was getting truly anxious. Perhaps it was the recollection of those happy days. S. They got to go home and eat Campbell’s Chicken Soup. Not that there had ever been any hope of that. She loved the market, the horses trotting about, the bishops forced to be on the same road with old washer-women, the fools begging for a Florin or a ducat. A series of photographs were taken of them: her on the stairs, the couple of them on the stairs, the couple of them in the kitchen, him pinning a red rose corsage with great care and acute sexual frustration.
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