That night, when Francesca did not arrive at Servi’s room, he got on the Metro and rode to her apartment. After a few moments she opened the door in a robe, her hair in uncharacteristic disarray, a sly smile of unknown but pleasurable satisfaction on her face at seeing Servi in her threshold.
“Go away, Aarone. You had your chance. I found a man to fuck me!” and she slammed the door in Servi’s face.
