Fritz sang for her sometimes, for Fritz could sing even before he was able to form words. ‘Don’t, miss,’ uttered the boy. Lucy and Mike watched the exchange of high school Spanish with feigned interest. You call it a lot of nicknames—“Babs” and “Bibs” and “Viddles” and “Vee”; you whack at it playfully, and it whacks you back. I cannot live without you, Anna. He could see lust virtually dripping from the dark-haired boy’s maw as she teased every last note from her shuddering violin, the devil in a black skirt.
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