It is we who have become the parasites and toys. They drove around town that night in his Buick convertible. 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. "He is dying?" whispered Ruth. And now take away those cards, and never let me see them again. The stranger with a bow returned to his table. Gerald, intent on his trail, ignored it.
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