"I know," he said. "Believe me, I know. But I can't cut her. I'm doing everything I can to make her quit, you know I am." We're not even gonna make it... to state though, coach. I need a scholarship if I wanna play college ball. I can't let that little bitch fuck that up!" It was Jimmy again.Mike was exacerbated. He agreed with them. He wanted to cut her. He really did. "Guys, I can't do anything," he said. "If you want rid of her, you gotta convince her to quit. She's not getting cut."The boys. "You are a good daughter." He turned to Lord Otto. "Milord. She is my only daughter..." Good man. I will treat her as one of my own manor. She will have honor this eve."Bowing, "Thank you Milord." He took a last look at his daughter and retreated to the courtyard. In the courtyard the manor servants were pouring every man a tankard of wine and sending them on their way.Otto turned to Anne. "Come. We will have food." She followed behind as he headed down a hall to the dining room. The table was. "He settled beside me in the tiny second bedroom of the flat Momma and Pietro lived in, and pulled out a second ragged notebook. He smiled."You miss her, Micol. So do I. So does Teresa."Momma died this year, in her own bed, peacefully and without pain. Alone, I should add, although until about five years ago she had never been alone in that bed for long. Not even fifty years old. Pietro had been good for her. Good for me and Roberto, too. And even if he wasn't her grandfather by blood, our. I looked at her and knew that without a shadow of a doubt that Academia was her life, as the army was mine, and our two lives were not and never would be compatible. Pippa suddenly looked up and saw me looking at her. The smile she gave wrapped me in a blanket of warmth and love and gratitude, and that picture of her, with shining eyes, gorgeous in her gown, with the swathe of coloured silk over her shoulders denoting her faculty and grade, and her Doctors cap worn at a rakish angle, is the.