Every day he did the same things he usually did. He washed, ate, did his lessons, went to the market, but the life had gone out of it all. Sometimes, in the afternoons, he played tag or spun tops with other boys in the square. But deep inside he felt there was nothing to look forward to, no warmth in the days. Just a dull grey dust over everything, with a nagging stab of worry behind it. Then at the market one morning, he saw Francesca. She was buying some new season’s pears. He went and stood next to her, breathing in her familiar scent. Rose and jasmine. It made sudden tears prick behind his eyes. ‘Leo!’ Francesca turned towards him and put her hands on his shoulders. ‘It’s so good to see you—dio, how much you’ve grown!’ It was true. He was nearly as tall as she was. They both glanced nervously about as they began to wander through the stalls, talking. Leo could hardly believe his luck. It just didn’t seem real, as if they were walking in a dream.
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