She began to sing: “Half a pound of tuppenny rice, Half a pound of treacle, Mix it up and make it nice, Pop! goes the weasel...”
“That was very nice, Toni. I’m Gilbert Keller.” “I know who you are,” Toni said.
I’m glad to meet you. Did anyone ever tell you that you have a beautiful singing voice?“Sod off.”
“I mean it. Did you ever take singing lessons? I’ll bet you did.”
“No, I didn’t. As a matter of fact, I wanted to, but my”—For God’s sakes, will you stop that terrible noise!
Whoever told you you could sing?—“never mind.” “Toni, I want to help you.”
“No, you don’t, Dockie baby. You want to lay me.” “Why do you think that, Toni?”
“That’s all you bloody men ever want to do. Ta.” “Toni...? Toni...?” Silence. Gilbert Keller looked at Ashley’s face again.
It was serene. Dr. Keller leaned forward. “Alette?” There was no change in Ashley’s expression.
“Alette...?” Nothing. “I want to speak to you, Alette.” Ashley began to stir uneasily.
“Come out, Alette.” Ashley took a deep breath, and then there was a sudden explosion of words spoken in Italian.
“C’è qualcuno che parla Italiano?” “Alette—” “Non so dove mi trovo.” “Alette, listen to me. You’re safe. I want you to relax.”
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