“This is Mr. ’ Melusine had crossed to the window that overlooked the front of the house, and was trying to peep through a crack in the shutters. She dared not look directly at him, her head obscured by a gray hoodie, she had the slumped appearance of an androgynous adolescent. A fine doctor from the Arte de Medici e Speziali was commissioned directly from Rome to oversee her care. But—It’s just this: who was to be hurt?” “I wish no one had to be hurt,” said Ann Veronica. “But that’s quite different,” replied Anna. "Nothing!" echoed the other, scornfully. The sun was setting when she carried the metal garbage can to the curb with their remains in it, where they sat underneath the stale chocolate cake that Sheila had thrown away and a pile of mildewy lettuce.
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