“I"ve come to take possession of the Velázquez, not to set up some escort agency, Francesca. But as they say—never look a gift horse in the mouth, perhaps I"ll take a pad and pen with me to take some numbers from your friends for another time. Sadly I don"t paint. I just admire those that do it well and are able to capture beauty in all its shapes. Speaking of beauty, is Lucia counted amongst the friends you"ve just mentioned, only I would love to meet her again?”
“You didn"t do well with Lucia, did you. If I were you I"d put her right out of your mind. She wouldn"t approve of what my friends and I get up to. Far too newly married for that, Mr T. As for those little black books we just loved to brag about there"s no need for them anymore. The cellular phone has one inside!”
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