Enslaved By The Mafians
She had missed this.
"We would talk about anything imaginable; my obsession with politics, her obsession with fashion, our children, our home country, Italy, food; anything.." He continued.
They were standing in the midst of the magnificent garden under the mild sunlight and breezy winter, and Don Fabrizio was staring into a space, a dreamy smile on his face, reminiscing on the past bliss he'd enjoyed with his late wife.
"But then... Cancer came and took her away from me... And even before she left, though she was in pain, she would make sure to come and be with me here, in the garden, for our nightly commitment. Millions were spent on chemotherapy, but she kept deteriorating."
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