The Common Lawyer

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He stared down at her; his expression was stern and unyielding. He disapproved, as she knew he would.

"Don't look at me like that, Luigi. I'm not crazy."

They stood alone in the vestibule just inside the front entrance where the warmth and disinfectant held their ground against the invading cold air and horde of germs. She brushed snow from her parka and removed her gloves then reached up and caressed his cold cheek. He was just a boy.

"You're not being fair. Of all people, you should understand. God didn't mean for us to live forever."

Over the last three months, they had developed a relationship of sorts. She had often come downstairs late at night and talked to him, Catholic to Catholic, about life and about death, and about life after death, all subjects he knew well. She would look into his eyes and wait for answers that never came. His eyes had always seemed able to see into her soul, but tonight they revealed only his sadness, as if he knew what she was about to do.

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