If Agnes wanted specific details, he’d give them to her – just not the truth. Mary Holmes never existed, at least not as Norman’s lover. She was this busybody British lady at the Florence pension when he and Cristina had first had sex, back in ’29. Technically he wasn’t lying to Agnes when he said the other woman was Mary Holmes – to be honest, the woman’s name was Cristina Rosamilia, but their sex together, they called it Mary Holmes.
He wished he’d never seen Cristina again. Norman detested her frank observations on his behavior and her literary pretensions – almost as much as he liked having sex with her and being inside her. He’d gone so long without her, it had hurt – almost ten years since she’d married Angelo. He’d really given up on her, until they saw each other that one evening in the square and then, two years later, at the library.
Why’d she have to be Agnes’s best friend? He’d done his best to avoid her since he and Agnes had gotten married. The only time they’d been to Cristina’s house for dinner, Norman manufactured a falling-out, but six years later, found out Agnes had kept up with Cristina. Then she sought him out and they’d ended up in bed, just like in Florence – three times before he confessed to Agnes.
He vowed to himself, and to Agnes, he would never see Mary Holmes again.
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