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With Kyle settling into finding his replacement, Caprica receiving good treatment, Anastasia and Hannah in fine romantic form, and my fiancee constantly wanting to drive us somewhere in his new car, life felt good and eerily calm.
My studies became simple, and I felt incredibly focused, plowing through study chapters like a hot knife carving through butter. I sat close to the patio doors of our bedroom, preferring a simple, rustic round wooden table and matching chairs with a view of Florence cathedral.
Maria seamlessly slipped in and out of my room, delivering small plates with a few mixed olives, slices of tomato with mozzarella, occasional slivers of charcuterie, and glasses of flavored water.
“Am I bothering you, Amy?”
“Strangely no.”
“You work very hard.”
“The occasional delicious nibbles and refreshing chilled water help a lot.”
“I find if you feed in energy and hydration gradually, it works best, keeping a nice balance through the day.”
“You’re very kind, Maria, and that feels good. Life has been running away from me lately.”
“We all want you and Victor to stay here.”