Despite her busy work schedule, Sheila had always been a social person, a talker, a joiner of neighborhood groups, a town council member, a PTA worker, and a thrower of neighborhood coffee klatches. I’m a man, and I know what I mean. He held her hand in his, cupped together like a pair of shells for the rest of the hour. Left to himself, he took a survey of the room, and his heart leaped as he beheld over the, chimney-piece, a portrait of himself. She had not gone by the name Lucy during those years but instead had called herself “Mary Lucia Iovelli”. Women and men had always flocked to him, covetous of his knowledge, his riches, and if all else failed, his carnal expertise. They simply understood there was a greater need to get over the past than to talk about it.
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