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The next evening, when she had to go to work, because she was expected and needed, and because she herself needed the money, she dragged herself into Don Vittorio’s and put on a face. From time to time, her co-worker and the owner would look at her, quizzically, but neither openly asked her what the problem was. And then, as she’d dreaded, towards the end of the evening Keith came in, a small smile on his lips as he said hullo, his eyes twinkling with affection and friendship.
She couldn’t help herself—she smiled back. And yet she also wanted to weep.
Keith knew at once something was wrong.
“Yeah.” Esmé was ashamed of her feelings. Love? Foolishness. Hope was dangerous. Just accept what was.
“Yeah, roight. I knaow somethin’s wrong, Ezzaloona. Tell mai.”
Esmé started to cry quietly.
“Oh, Ezz.” Keith got up from his side of the table and knelt in front of her. “Is it your dad?”
Esmé shook her head unable to speak, but it might as well have been. Because she would never be right, not after what had been done to her. Holding tightly to Keith’s hands, she said over her sobs, “I saw. The other night. You and …him.”
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