Ihre Nippel waren schon jetzt hart und aufgerichtet und sie w?rden nach kurzer Zeit noch h?rter und steifer vorragen. Sie schrie nicht mehr, schwer ke...chend starrte sie hinab auf ihr gequetschtes Fleisch und ihr Kopf rollte zur Seite, als die Gehilfen eine kurze Leiter gegen ihren Bauch lehnten und ihm Hammer und N?gel reichten. Er hielt die N?gel f?r ?berfl?ssig, aber er wusste, dass sie f?r die Menge unverzichtbar waren und so bestieg er die Leiter, die sich unter seinem Gewicht tief in. Nonetheless, as she finished her coffee, she bounced up, tossed the cup in the bin near her feet, thanked me for my company, and left again, stopping only to accept the cash I had put aside for my share of the coffee purchases for the week.The next morning, Vance was in the office. Milo flew in as usual, as though she were strung on a wire, and stopped suddenly as she saw Vance. She pulled a chair out from beside his desk, and sat on it. Now something was different. Milo was still bubbling and. “I wonder about that myself at times, but I think that Mom was loath to be drafted and have to fight people. Israel conscripts women. America doesn’t. Mom’s just not the soldierly type, you know. She just wants to go to temple and pray for Israel, not have to fight for it. She can light her menorah and Shabbos candles from a safe distance and eat matzo bread in peace on Passover, you know. I think that, being from Lebanon, Mom saw more than she cared for of war,” Jess rambled, albeit rather. “Fine by me,” he said.Casa de Infamia was barely five minutes walk from their pizzeria. It was a tall imposing early-18th century palazzo overlooking a small quiet piazza. Its classical front was a stone portico, flanked by life-sized statues of gladiators. Atop the portico was the figure of a sleeping lion. The bell of an adjoining church struck 11 o’clock. “It is still early for La Casa,” the barman apologised, “but around midnight things should start to get lively.”He led them into a.