Chapter 25 Can I Have A Gun, Please?

"No way! I don't believe it!"

"She's at the training yard!"

"Who?"

"La Pazza Americana!"

The words drifted across the courtyard to where Sofia was spreading washed linens. She paused mid-motion. Four young maids were huddled near a stone archway their voices breathless in excited whispers. Then they...

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