“For the best dramatic performance by a Brit, the award goes to…Listen, Duckie. First of all, mia madre has a killer voice and a killer stare, and yes, her words can cut. She’s even played a murderess onstage, but to the best of my knowledge, she has never brought actual harm to anyone. Besides, we’re on page three. I’m going to bet there’s more story to come.” Dom picked up from there. “Then she took a great quantity of wheat, barley, millet, poppy seed, pease—spelled differently, but I assume that’s what they were going for—lentils and beans, and mingled them all together in a heap, saying, ‘Thou evil-favoured girl.’ Some of this gets tricky,” Dom said.
“Words likely not in your Braille syllabus.”
“Not as of yet.” Dom summarized again. “Basically, Venus insists Psyche separate all thes
