“A line once drawn,
“A line once drawn,can never be erased”
can never be erased”Viviana’s blood burned hot at the sight of him. Speechless, static, face a sculpture, hands fisted by her side—a steaming cauldron barely contained.
“Are your duties well-tended?” Viviana asked as Orfeo trounced through their home, past her sitting room. Her sarcasm was lost on him. How could he know what she knew? She could never reproach him for it. How could she explain her knowledge?
duties“Of course not,” Orfeo scoffed, returning from the bedchamber where he had divested himself of belt and doublet. Though thin, his flabby middle section hung grossly over the edge of his hose. All Viviana could think about was the grisliest of pig sausage in its thin casing.
“But we have finally convinced Il Magnifico
