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Jerry was indeed a handsome man, and not only that, he had whiff of rakish class about him. The devil-may-care smile, the mop of unruly but not untidy hair, the loafers and the tailor-made blazer with the funky silk lining. He was working his way through a whisky at the bar while wryly batting away …
The Count was on his death bed with his whole life before him. While he saw clearly his many faults and weaknesses, when the priest was summoned, he had no desire to speak to him. “I see your heart is heavy, figliolo.” “My heart may be heavy,” said the Count, “But it is light with …
After the war, the village used to be inundated with refugees. They stayed three or four months under the care of the Red Cross; then they were packed off to somewhere more important. The only one who ever stayed was Solda. Solda wasn’t a refugee, however; he was a vagrant. But that didn’t make any …