Chapter LII
Fosco
The following morning Fosco came down to the kitchen very late. Clara got up when the child started fidgeting. For fear he would make noise, she picked him up right away, and whispered to him
-Ssh pet, ssh. Don’t be crying, daddy is asleep, he is very tired. Come to mom, come up to mom. Let’s go downstairs. We let daddy sleep- The child was looking at her, not too sure whether it was a new game or something that had to be done. He decided it was a game, he clenched his mother’s neck, smiling, he put his legs tight around her waist and let her carry him downstairs.
Clara did not sleep a wink during the night. Once alone in their bedroom, it seemed that the words were emptied out of their meaning, nothing would matter. Standing up, they were hugging , their bodies wer
