The noise was raucous. The sun was setting when she carried the metal garbage can to the curb with their remains in it, where they sat underneath the stale chocolate cake that Sheila had thrown away and a pile of mildewy lettuce. The title had formerly been held by Gianfrancesco’s brother, Alessia, now dead of plague. All they left it was the moon and stars. He watched her, savoring her curious attention. Then they had released her arms and were trying to push her away. She was curious to know why he had boarded a dingy train instead of hailing a cab or his own private chauffeur like the others in expensive suits were doing.
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