By Lily Prior
struggling mortician in working-class Rome, Freda in basic terms married her repulsive ventriloquist husband, Alberto, since it was once prophesied that she'd achieve this. Now that he is vanished mysteriously together with his both abhorrent dummy (who Freda suspects is really a midget), she'd like them either to stick lacking -- although she's devastated by way of the simultaneous disappearance of her soul mate, Pierino, her cherished speaking parrot. whereas the police examine this sequence of attainable crimes, Freda will proceed embalming by means of day, unleashing her caged passions at evening in a seedy cabaret (until a sad hearth leaves the owner with a tuba caught on his head), attempting to make do with a speaking hamster in lieu of pricey Pierino . . . and recalling the vagaries of lifestyles that led her to this unlucky juncture.
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In fact, I believe I was born a frumpy dresser. Yes, I never saw Mamma without her false eyelashes on, and her face and fingernails perfectly painted, even when she was washing the dishes, except, of course, for that last time in the hospital, when she lay dying: broken and disfigured. This morning she was wearing a green dress with white polka dots, and a black pillbox hat with a veil that just covered her eyes. Long gloves, high-heeled shoes, and a trailing cloud of Donna Misteriosa completed the outfit.
Whore. ” I gave him a kick to silence him, and in doing so bruised my bare foot. Soon, I knew, I would send him to the junk shop in the Largo Febo. But before that time could come, he would already have disappeared. I gathered up the scraps of Detective Balbini’s clothing. They were suffused with his erotic odor. I didn’t know what to do with them, so I shut them up in the bathroom. I drank a long glass of cool water and then lay down, but of course I couldn’t rest. I was a balloon about to burst.
Her face was whole again, and so natural, not like a mask. Her eyes were closed, just as if she were sleeping, and her false eyelashes had been skillfully applied. Her lips were then unblemished, plump, and rosy hued, and the husks of hair from the palm trunk that previously covered her face in a coarse and hoary beard had been painstakingly removed. Her hair, which had been mostly lost as she flew through the air, had been replaced and coiffed into an artful arrangement of sleek, cascading curls that tumbled across the pillow and trailed playfully over her shoulders.