A pink fluttering bird flew across her mind.

“There was a small woven basket waiting on his deskthe next day, still smelling …”

“What do you have?”“Wine. Weak cider. Water. Whiskey.”“A veritable plethora of ‘…”

“Marietta is good for you, Gabriel. I quite like her. Don't be a fool and let he…”

“most people would not trust a drunken prostitute like Daise. Would you have two…”