Ann Veronica stared at his foolish, propitiatory smile, his hungry gaze, through one moment of amazement, then stepped aside and went on her way with a quickened step. She put her clothes back on, 118 lipstick smeared all over her face. Nothing. She replied, “I don’t care to draw attention to myself, Michelle. ” Annabel sank suddenly into a chair. Their conversation degenerated again and again into a strain of self-congratulation that would have irked an eavesdropper. His name was Bartolomeo di Alberti.
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