Her glance, absorbing the gilt letters and their significance, communicated to her poised body a species of paralysis. She opened and read it at once. Joe, my foster dad, was a heroin and booze addict. ’ ‘What offer?’ she asked, suspicion rife in her voice. She was alarmed at how little her husband Gianfrancesco packed for the trip, leaving behind his best scarlet and black lucco, which he wore for every business and political meeting. Go to it.
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