Annabel was born soulless, a human butterfly, if ever there was one. You see, I’m separated from my wife. My son wanted to marry a woman of thirty in a tobacconist’s shop. “No reason. Then she sat watching the play, sometimes offering a helpful suggestion, sometimes letting her attention wander to the smoothly shining arms she had folded across her knees just below the edge of the table. Gianfrancesco had told her about it, how he had played in it as a child with his brothers.
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