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"One million three hundred thousand euros? Daisy, for God's sake. That's a fortune."
"Keep it, Mom. You know how to handle it."
"I don't know what to say..."
"Don't worry about it, just take it."
"But it's too much money!"
"Mom, please."
"All right. I'll talk to the manager, I'll get advice on how to invest it” Sandra Magnoli said, staring perplexedly at the Bank of Italy's check. She knew that it was not a gesture of generosity, but proof that Daisy was not well. But her latest oddity made sense. Leaving her all her savings could guarantee her a future, something that would not have happened if it had remained in her hands.
Daisy had been back for a month now, and she never left the house. She had become sloppy, lazy, impulsive. She was always arguing on the phone with her age
