![]() ![]() “Yes, but he’ll be poor and he’ll wear an ugly suit.” “You’ll love him anyway.” ![]() “I want a husband,” she said again out of nowhere. There were people who had no coat at all, who instead had to pile on shirts and sweaters. The truth was that sometimes, if it wasn’t freezing, I didn’t even wear my coat in winter I was so ashamed of it, but I didn’t say this to Antoinette I didn’t want to give her ideas, wrong ones. I don’t think she ever looked at the art. “My dress is ugly,” she said, sighing, looking at herself in the large windows. “Help me here, and then we’ll do that room together.” Antoinette dusted, barely, while I finished my mopping. “I don’t like when it’s my turn to clean it.” ![]() I usually hear things coming from the vents.” “I was in the gallery with the armor,” she said, “and I thought I heard something, but I always think that.” The click-clack of shoes and Antoinette appeared, the hallway dark behind her. ![]()
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