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A week's worth of reading history, political theory, and the newspapers solved nothing.
Of course, Cally wasn't exactly sure what kind of answer she was looking for. Maybe she wasn't entirely sure of the question. Why? was just too broad and unspecific to answer ( Read more... ) -
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Cally had managed to make her way out of the building and into the chaotic street below amid much jostling.
Only a few minutes watching the ambulances and the polizia di stato running around giving first aid, blankets, drinks, and taking names and statements and the Carabinieri forming a team just inside the gated lawn to storm the building before ( Read more... ) -
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The ceiling is high, arched, and without decoration. The walls are a clean, crisp white that accentuate the modern lighting, negating the functional purpose of the two chandeliers spaced evenly down the center of the rectangular room. Other hints of the Italian renaissance are interspersed in shallow alcoves along the walls: reproductions, not ( Read more... ) -
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They had been instructed only to walk around Rome in groups, the ladies preferably in the company of an embassy guard or a gentleman from the embassy ( Read more... ) -
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It is quiet in the kitchen, this morning, empty of even the two cooks on staff who must either be on break or grocery shopping. Cally pours her first cup of coffee for the day from one of the coffee pots. It is, as Segal would say, an ungodly hour in the morning, but Cally can hear the footsteps of the people in the upstairs office, already busy ( Read more... ) -
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“A country long divided…a country long divided by…a country long divided by differences in ( Read more... ) -
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Early Thursday morning, Cally had dragged Segal from bed to catch a bus to Civittavecchia to see the real sea-the actual Mediterranean, rather than the mouth of the Tiber in Rome. The bus was full of tourists heading back early to their cruise ship from a few days in Rome, which meant Segal would be having a cigarette with her coffee after they ( Read more... ) -
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Cally mounted the back stairs, her mind trying to make an ordered, prioritized list of all the things she needed to do once she got back from lunch. Two days-two days-and Cally was wondering if her head would ever stop whirling from the barrage of information she constantly encountered. Frowning slightly, she opened the door to her room and ( Read more... ) -
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It was huge; that was Cally’s first impression of the building. Victorian and huge. It wiped the terrifying drive from airport to embassy completely out of her mind. Aida had actually driven quite safely; it had been everyone else on the road that had Cally clutching her seat the entire trip ( Read more... ) -
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There is nothing in the room; Cally stands in an empty flat. No boxes, they are with her aunt in the country; no table, bed, or chairs, they were scattered among friends; no mirror, it is with Jenny for the summer. She finds the room far more comfortable to sleep in without all the boxes looming over her and making her feel like she is shipping ( Read more... )