The taste of his sweat was intoxicating, like sweet brandy, like blood. "You forget that you promised me a kiss the last time you were here. Daughters were in the air that day. She receded into the entryway, opening her palm and gesturing as if there were an imaginary red carpet rolled out for visitors. On this side of the canal she has no place to go.
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