He wished he had the time to solve this riddle, for it was a riddle, and four-square besides. She broke a cobblestone over his head and he was out. The bleach had ruined it, with yellow-orange streaks invading the frizzy white that cascaded in wavy tendrils coated with greasy hairspray. She stared down at them from a high window, peering down at their moonlit faces in the bed heavy with furs, the same bed where she had given birth to Gianfrancesco’s dead son. ’ ‘Even that he is, one must be practical.
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