Linda had told him she loved him. He knew she meant it. He gathered his T-shirt from the floor and pulled it on. When Linda returned, she grabbed her bag and turned off the TV, then he locked the door behind them. On the way to her house, driving on the illuminated crowded streets, they talked about various things, especially regarding the trip they were going to make together. At one point, he asked: “You said the day after tomorrow is your art exhibit?” “Yes. Actually, it’s not only my exhibit. There will be the works of other artists too.” “But you’re the best and the most well-known, right?” She laughed, pinning her hair up. “If you wanna put it like that. Sort of.” “Do I have to wear a suit?” he complained in a martyr tone. “If you want Francesco to let you in, yes. Francesco is the gallery’s owner, and a perfect gentleman who never breaches etiquette.
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