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He is watching her, waiting for her to say more, but there is nothing more about the English patient to be said.Maybe this is the way to come out of a war, he thinks. A burned man to care for, some sheets to wash in a fountain, a room painted like a
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Then I was accidentally photographed. Can you imagine that? I was in a tuxedo, a monkey suit, in order to get into this gathering, a party, to steal some papers. Really I was still a thief. No great patriot. No great hero. They had just made my skill
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Caravaggio leaves the party in a car. It crunches over the slowly curving gravel path leading out of the grounds, the automobile purring, serene as ink within the summer night. For the rest of the evening during the Villa Cosima gathering he had been
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Then there is blackness. He doesnt know whether to move, whether she will whisper to the man fucking her about the other person in the room. A naked thief. A naked assassin. Should he movehis hands out to break a necktowards the couple on the bed? He
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Caravaggio watches Hana, who sits across from him looking into his eyes, trying to read him, trying to figure the flow of thought the way his wife used to do. He watches her darkness against the brown-and-red walls, her skin, her cropped dark hair. H
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The way Hana broke in Santa Chiara Hospital when an official walked down the space between a hundred beds and gave her a letter that told her of the death of her father. A white lion. It was sometime after this that she had come across the English pa
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Caravaggio came into the kitchen to find Hana sitting hunched over the table. He could not see her face or her arms tucked in under her body, only the naked back, the bare shoulders. She was not still or asleep. With each shudder her head shook over
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You've tied yourself to a corpse for some reason. He is a saint. I think. A despairing saint. Are there such things? Our desire is to protect them. He doesn't even care! Caravaggio said. I can love him. A twenty-year-old who throws herself out of the
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not concerned with shape or length, just cutting it awaythe irritation of its presence during the previous days still in her mind when she had bent forward and her hair had touched blood in a wound. She would have nothing to link her, to lock her, to
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Darkness between Hana and Caravaggio as they walk in the garden. Now he begins to talk in his familiar slow drawl. It was someones birthday party late at night on Danforth Avenue. The Night Crawler restaurant. Do you remember, Hana? Everyone had to s
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and the candles swerving away, not touching your dress but almost touching. We stood up at the end and you walked off the table into his arms. I would remove those bandages on your hands. I am a nurse, you know. Theyre comfortable. Like gloves. How d
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then nestles in his neck. What she holds seems firm, healed. He raises his hands up as if to cup the quarter-moon. They removed both thumbs, Hana. See. They handcuffed me to the table legs. When they cut off my thumbs my hands slipped out of them wit
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It must have seemed to him that the dognow blocked by Hanas back had turned into a man. Caravaggio collected the dog in his arms and left the room. He poured some water into a bowl for the dog. An old mongrel, older than the war. He sat down with the
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Your name is David Caravaggio, right? They had handcuffed him to the thick legs of an oak table. At one point he rose with it in his embrace, blood pouring away from his left hand, and tried to run with it through the thin door and falling. The woman
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He had, he thought, said nothing of worth to them. But they let him go, so perhaps he was wrong. Then he had walked along the Via di Santo Spirito to the one geographical location he had hidden away in his brain. Walked past Brunelleschis church towa
