“The Annabel who lives here, who sings every night at the ‘Unusual’? They call her by your old name. ‘Who in the name of heaven is this Leonardo? And why did he kiss you?’ ‘He was an Italian soldier, and he wanted to kiss me,’ Melusine said, goaded. There was no one to be seen. ’ Melusine frowned, placing her hand on the letter lying on the table. So long as she could remember, her father had never permitted her to sit at the table unless she came fully dressed. A brief calm succeeded. Something insisted that those two were mysteriously linked—that the woman knew the man was there. “It was inevitable,” he declared. It was an intimate smell, the unmistakable scent of him and another woman.
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