"I took Natalie's fingers and kissed them. We'd grown up summers at adjoining Italian villas near Lucca. We had watched each other be kids, and adolescents, and finally, what passes for adults. Later, when we were lovers, neither of us could understand why our lust for each other never bloomed in those days. Perhaps, as the Jesuits suggest, busy minds keep sinful thoughts at bay."
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