The sidewalk resonated with the pounding of cold rain by the time she left the building. At the Palazzo, the cook’s cook had a team of servants under him. Elegant, a little scornful, she leaned slightly against the back of a chair and looked him steadily in the eyes. He took her to Burger King, still amused by her taste in food. I am dreadfully sad. Be on your guard. “Ann Veronica,” he said. My foster mother, Janine, wasn’t much fatter. A true nun. As for this infatuation—it’s like some obsession, some magic thing laid upon you. Enchanted.
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