Chapter 26 Leonel clenched his teeth and carved off a generous slab of meat. Then, flicking a glance toward his son, he said, “Luciano, your plate.” “Could you see to your son-in-law first? Luciano sits there every day; Cárcel doesn’t.” “Ines, unless I’ve lost my senses, there’s no world where I’d be sitting this close for a father–daughter supper.” “Pitifully...
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