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Chapter Eight
It had been a week since the row, and Giacomo, desperate as he was, had managed to stay away. Now, though, he couldn’t wait any longer.
As Giacomo walked into the bookstore, Norah looked up. Zulika greeted him warily.
“Hey, Zul.” He half-smiled at her and looked over to Norah. She looked away and went out into the back room, closing the door behind her. Giacomo sighed.
“Give her time,” Zulika said in a low voice. He nodded, his eyes heavy and sad.
“Do you want some coffee?”
He hesitated, looking back at the closed door. He shook his head. “No, I …” His voice broke and he turned and walked out. Head down, he strode across the road, clearing his throat and trying to relieve some of the tension and misery. He got into his car and headed for Orlando’s home. He needed som
