‘Idiot!’ ‘Enough, now! Softly, you little termagant,’ he ordered, seizing her wrists to hold her off. Michelle began to shadow her at school. She turned back to Gerald, holding out her hand. “I wish they did,” he said, “but they don’t. Her English was halting. It had been her father’s surname, and it had sounded far more innocuous and American than Iovelli. He would never be able to figure out that: all these miles from Cuba, and you could get a perfecto for thirteen cents.
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