3:00 p.m.

Day 28. The sun shone through snow flakes that look like they were released from sifted clouds. The clock on the reading room’s dresser ticked; the second hand’s audible click marked time’s passage. Elvis, stretched out on the carpet with one twitching paw, yipped in his sleep.

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A one-generation-off-the boat demi-Sicilian.
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