She directed him to an old part of the highway, a featureless stretch of old farmhouses capped in snow, with the occasional working silo. ‘So Leonardo has taught me. He looked just as Julian had the night she had first met him outside the Joliet Laundromat. He did not so much cut into this conversation as loom over it, for he was a tall, if rather studiously stooping, man.
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