Spring 1965 • Vol. XXVII No. 2 FictionApril 1, 1965 |

Death Duties

Mrs. X has agreed, but, "It will be 140,000 Lire. The signora is in her third month." This is 60,000 more than the figure she first quoted Giorgio. He is furious. "I don't believe it's three months. I won't pay that. I want a second opinion." "You'll waste time," I tell him. He won't listen. I leave him to ruffle through memories as mean as himself: confidences from some sour skivvy he con- soled one afternoon, or conversations with those youths who sell leather objects to foreign men in town and pick up their women. All the stray walk-ons in his life are turning importantly into "contacts" who may help him salvage a few thousand lire from his loss. I'm sorry for Giorgio, but what can I do? Thrift is his religion. Money is something to keep, not to make, and he suffers each expense utterly. I see more passion in him now that I would have believed possible. Self-censure has thinned down the heavinesses of his face. Worry enlivens his imagination. Unfortunately! He tries m

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