Chapter XX
Clara’s doubts
Fosco would be out of the house for hours, even after the newsroom headquarter had finally closed down. That worried Clara. She tried to find out more, but he preferred not to talk about it and his reassurance made her even more anxious
-Don’t be worrying, I know what I am doing- he used to answer. Then he would take her in his arms, forcing her to look at him, bending her head backwards.
-You are tiny, you are a midget. Oh my God, I married a midget!- he said as he was laughing and shaking her by her waist
-I am not a midget. You are out of size: too tall, too skinny. An exclamation mark…yes….that’s right….- she replied, laughing, shaken by the jolts that were lifting her off the ground
-What are you saying, midget! How dare you offend your man? Please apol
