‘Come, mademoiselle, it is of no use to conceal anything from me, you know. The audience was made up of parents, teachers, and a
few other curious folks from town, all sitting hushed in
anticipatory silence as the school orchestra assembled
onstage. “It may be more difficult than you think,” she said. There is not a soul in the inn but ourselves. The release was so great that she felt
tears spring from her eyes. “Can I bring you anything, sir—a whisky and soda, or a liqueur? You’ll excuse
me, sir, but you haven’t touched your coffee. He
whispered in her ear. As they left Florence, dying men and women still
scrabbled through the streets, screams emanating from
the rows of houses, beggars running up to the horses, sick
children in their arms, their eyes bleeding, their noses
running, begging to join them in their journey out. Her eyes noted it mercilessly. John spent the first weeks of summer backpacking in
Europe, and she heard occasional news from Michelle of
his whereabouts.
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