I don't have a phone in my room. He sat down beside her just as the room became darker. 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. John turned toward the short staircase as she alit upon the first creaky step. 144 I think he heard about the backpack and the spitballs finally. If you live, well and good; if you die, well and good.
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