She felt him sometimes at night as he called to her in her dreams. "Before you go, bring me the bottle of pineapple rum I opened yesterday. They bickered frequently now as Gianfrancesco protested the prices of things like funeral candles and poultices to comfort the dying. The same look she had often seen in the eyes of the drunken beachcombers her father had brought home, and it had not filled her with horror. She warmed to him fast, her anger was much harder to carry than the pleasant everyday neutrality of affection.
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