She guessed Jack was having trouble finding the right piece of carving. Good night. My late husband, I mean. She had fled back to Florence quite intent on slitting the new bride’s throat. There are sentimental and traditional deferences and reverences, I know, between father and son; but that’s just exactly what prevents the development of an easy friendship.
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