’ Leonardo had taught her that. He had mentioned teaching her how to read Latin one day when she had wandered into the library. They sat on a wooden bench that overlooked the less aromatic part of the lake, deeper and not as frequented by geese. “Sheila and Mark McCloskey?” Michelle asked. Ann Veronica forgot him as soon as she was through the gate, and her face resumed its expression of stern preoccupation.
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