She found herself mildly entertained by staring at the houses through the rain as she walked home, all cast in a gray blurry film noir gauze of rain. If he stayed in the basement apartment as was his usual habit, she would have no problem. Her father, Bartolomeo, was a well-respected member of the Arte di Calimala: the Wool Makers Guild in Mantua. As long as I live here, you stop fucking the children and you stop trying to fuck me. He could not kiss Ruth. She drew a chair to the window and stared at the splendour of the tropical night.
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