It seemed to me that I had always known them. We got out at the level crossing. The branch road began there, with kerbs and low hedges, a white, cement road. We exchanged a few words and joked, Gabriella's hard face smiled an instant. Poli waved his hand.
Then they left and we went to the Mill to drink.
Thursday, November 15, 2007
The Devil in the Hills - Closing
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