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Fedeltà #730


“Noice bloke, ya say? It must be a different Conor, I reckon, ‘cos my boy’s a gobshite!”

Paolo didn’t know how to react... except cautiously.

“Ah, get away wid ya! Oi’m jokin’... well half-jokin’...”

Mary’s wit was confusing Paolo. Was this woman for real? Was she dangerous as Livia had intimated in his briefest of brief briefings?

Then off she went again...

“Paul, Paul, Paul... Come to think of it aren’t you the fella who introduced my Conor to the little tart me bastard husband took up wid?”

Paolo needed to put the facts straight. “It wasn’t like that!”

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