Fay had a spot of blood on the left side of her mouth and I took a wet cloth and wiped it off. Women were meant to suffer; no wonder they asked for constant declarations of love.

“I want so much that is not here and do not knowwhere to go.”

“I could see the road ahead of me. I was poor and I was going to stay poor. But …”

“Volo Mea Code.”

“Why did I come here? I thought. Why is it always only a matter of choosing betw…”