CHAPTER XIV THE SECOND BOLT
"Sissi, what are you doing here?" Franco shouts to his wife bewildered. He was so absorbed in reading he had not seen her arrive. Sissi finds his voice so unpleasant and the expression of his eyes so different from how she remembered it, she found it hard to recognize him.
She sees that he is terribly transformed even in his physical appearance, and for a moment she even starts to doubt that it is really him, her husband. It seems that there is nothing left of her handsome and athletic man, with those luminous eyes and an always bright smile.
"Darling, please stay calm. Don't fret," she says to him, stretching out her arm toward the typewriter. She wants to throw it to the ground, thinking that if she can break it into pieces, then even that kind of absurd
