“Every life holds its own horrors”
“Every life holds its own horrors”“Did you not hear me call?”
Viviana flinched in her chair. Half the sketches upon her lap slipped down onto the floor.
She dropped to her knees as if thrown, gathering them up before her husband could see them, could see the subject matter upon them, for surely Orfeo knew by now of Lapaccia’s disappearance, the rumors of the painting, and her alleged thievery.
“Forgive me, husband, I did not hear you with the door closed.”
Orfeo stood in the threshold of the now open portal, eyes raking the parchments and Viviana with the same contemptuous glance.
“You waste your time with your silly drawings again. Did we not speak of this? Can you not find something more intellectually fitting to do?”
“Yes, Orfeo, we have discuss
