He believed women to be quantifiably wiser than men. He was neither a breast nor a leg nor an ass man; hair could be any length, any colour. Ambrose preferred the complete puzzle to a bit here, a piece there.

“A man can see a hundred women, lust for a thousand more, but it is one scent th…”

“In the face of all reason she was interested in him as he was. Not as he wished…”

“When his father asked why A wasn't apple or B wasn't bird or C wasn't cat, youn…”

“For weeks Octavio returned to the shelter of the trees. The woman would appear …”