Proserpina

I was yet to see the rest of Lucien’s ‘crew’ as he called them drily. So I was thrilled to know they were finally going to be permitted to come and visit me that afternoon.

I was freshly bathed and the nurse had brushed out my hair, the long mahogany tresses finally feeling shiny and clean beamed the nurse, whose name was Camilla. Gently, carefully, she smoothed out the wild tangles.

She commented on my husband.

“Mr. Dello, he very much older than ...