1933 Bagheria, Sicily
Dottore Amendola stood quietly behind the glass
pane of his office doorway watching his breath patterns on
the cold window. He rubbed his hands together behind his
back, idly massaging first one soft finger, then another.
Corso Umberto was empty. Two wooden carts, each
headed by a small ass, caught bis eye at the half-shuttered
vineria across the street at the corner.
He turned back through his reception room, stopping to
kneel heavily before the Madonna, then his squat figure
passed comfortably under the low doorway into his office. He
crOssed to a marble sink against the wall. Carefully he roiled
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