The provincial life was beginning to agree with me. Almost. No matter how much the heat tricked my mind into thinking the wine tolerable or the living conditions adequate, I remained a city boy. Not a day went by that I didn't bemoan my fate to Cicero, who, in a birdish sort of way, seemed to be getting annoyed by my complaints. After all, it
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"A gift from the island?" Anatoly asked softly. "Or did you make this?"
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"Your wife," he echoed softly. "She must be quite a woman."
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