Temptation in Florence 03 - Bankers Death
“She accelerated the speed of her Vespa and turned around the corner, one eye on the newspaper booth. Ever since her almost-accident, the newspaperman with the mustache waved at her whenever she zipped past, and she waved back. It gave her a nice feeling, a feeling of being at home and welcome. Today, the booth was open, but he was nowhere to be seen. She was almost past the booth when she spotted a slight woman at the side, doubling over as if in pain, clutching her midriff. She seemed familiar. Carlina swung the Vespa around and slid to a stop next to her. “Maria!” Carlina jumped down. “What happened? Are you hurt?” Maria shook her head. Her light-brown curls tumbled forward and hid her face. “Oh, Carlina.” Her voice was breathless. “I'm so glad you're here.” Carlina gave her a hug. How tiny she is; I can feel the bones of her shoulders. “Can I help you?” “Just a moment.” Maria took a deep breath. “Just a moment.” She straightened with care and looked at Carlina with tear-filled eyes.
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