She took a piece of chalk and wrote on the blackboard (now I don’t remember what, I didn’t yet know how to read: so I’m inventing the word) “sun.” Then she asked Lila:
“Cerullo, what is written there?”
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In the classroom a fascinated silence fell.
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Nunzia shook her head no emphatically.
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Cerullo, that small dark-haired, dark-eyed child, in a dark smock with a red ribbon at the neck, and only six years old, answered, “Me.”
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According to Rino, Lila’s older brother, she had learned to read at the age of around three by looking at the letters and pictures in his primer.
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Her body repulsed me, something she probably intuited. She was a dark blonde, blue-eyed, voluptuous.
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Certainly she wasn’t happy; the household chores wore her down, and there was never enough money.
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If, however, I came in second after Lila, I wore a meek expression of acquiescence.
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I was a pretty little girl with blond curls, happy to show off but not aggressive, and I gave an impression of delicacy that was touching.
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hearts grew bitter. Lila was too much for anyone.
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