She walked past the car.It was a black sedan with a driver, idling at the Vittoria's entrance with the patience of furniture, and the driver inclined his head as she came through the doors, and Elena looked at the open rear door and the leather inside it and kept walking, into the April evening, on legs that had somewhere to be and refused to be carried there.Via Bigli was eight minutes away. Tommaso Grassi's office window was lit on the second floor, warm yellow, curtains open, a man's silhouette at a desk with a lamp. She stood across the street by a shuttered shoe shop for ten minutes, from 21:40 to 21:50, and watched the silhouette work, and did not cross.At 21:51 she went home.Sofia took the refusal at midnight like a mixed drink. "You refused." Awe first. Then, in the same breath, fury: "You WHAT? Your mother is covered either way, the man said so on the record, Elena, take the marriage, take the apartment, take the lift, you're pregnant on a fourth floor with a boiler that
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