She had suddenly become as the jewels of the Madonna, as the idol's eye, infinitely beyond his reach, sacred. He glanced at his watch. Her small round breasts were vulnerable under her mostly nonfunctional Kmart bikini bra. But if he starts a long jog, his name is Dennis. I can’t stand it. “Of course. He went over her features one by one in his mind. How I envied Gianfrancesco on his wedding night, how I writhed in agony just thinking 171 about his intimacies with you! Then you became pregnant, and there he was, posturing and gloating like the rest of the family, my divinations of a boy in your womb pronounced. Couldn’t fit it inside, but the horse’s blanket lay over it, and, like I said, as long as no one rides him and don’t remove the blanket, I think it’ll stay hid.
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