When Sheila was in a bad mood, she berated her new foster daughter for streaks on the windows, dust on the figurines, for crooked bed sheet corners, and floors that had not been waxed properly. Lightheaded, she threw up in the courtyard of the Palazzo as servants crowded her in alarm. F. Fifty in advance. On this side a flight of wooden steps, protected by a hand-rail, led to a door opening upon the summit of the prison. Sleep did not come easily, but eventually her mind stopped its chattering and she fell into a deep slumber. She felt flattered. “That’s not working so well for you, is it?” She looked at him sheepishly, bringing a Kleenex out of her pocket to wipe away the excess. The petals have fallen—the red petals we loved so.
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