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"
What
the
hell
are
you
damn
sheep
lovers
talking
about
?
"
he
said
.
Both
men
laughed
.
Calo
,
his
honest
face
filled
with
the
utmost
seriousness
,
said
,
"
You
ca
n't
hide
the
thunderbolt
.
When
it
hits
you
,
everybody
can
see
it
.
Christ
,
man
,
do
n't
be
ashamed
of
it
,
some
men
pray
for
the
thunderbolt
.
You
're
a
lucky
fellow
.
"
Michael
was
n't
too
pleased
about
his
emotions
being
so
easily
read
.
But
this
was
the
first
time
in
his
life
such
a
thing
had
happened
to
him
.
It
was
nothing
like
his
adolescent
crushes
,
it
was
nothing
like
the
love
he
'd
had
for
Kay
,
a
love
based
as
much
on
her
sweetness
,
her
intelligence
and
the
polarity
of
the
fair
and
dark
.
This
was
an
overwhelming
desire
for
possession
,
this
was
an
unerasable
printing
of
the
girl
's
face
on
his
brain
and
he
knew
she
would
haunt
his
memory
every
day
of
his
life
if
he
did
not
possess
her
.
His
life
had
become
simplified
,
focused
on
one
point
,
everything
else
was
unworthy
of
even
a
moment
's
attention
.
During
his
exile
he
had
always
thought
of
Kay
,
though
he
felt
they
could
never
again
be
lovers
or
even
friends
.
He
was
,
after
all
was
said
,
a
murderer
,
a
Mafioso
who
had
"
made
his
bones
.
"
But
now
Kay
was
wiped
completely
out
of
his
consciousness
.
Fabrizzio
said
briskly
,
"
I
'll
go
to
the
village
,
we
'll
find
out
about
her
.
Who
knows
,
she
may
be
more
available
than
we
think
.
There
's
only
one
cure
for
the
thunderbolt
,
eh
,
Calo
?
"
The
other
shepherd
nodded
his
head
gravely
.
Michael
did
n't
say
anything
.
He
followed
the
two
shepherds
as
they
started
down
tie
road
to
the
nearby
village
into
which
the
flock
of
girls
had
disappeared
.
The
village
was
grouped
around
the
usual
central
square
with
its
fountain
.
But
it
was
on
a
main
route
so
there
were
some
stores
,
wine
shops
and
one
little
cafe
with
three
tables
out
on
a
small
terrace
.
The
shepherds
sat
at
one
of
the
tables
and
Michael
joined
them
.
There
was
no
sign
of
the
girls
,
not
a
trace
.
The
village
seemed
deserted
except
for
small
boys
and
a
meandering
donkey
.
The
proprietor
of
the
cafe
came
to
serve
them
.
He
was
a
short
,
burly
man
,
almost
dwarfish
but
he
greeted
them
cheerfully
and
set
a
dish
of
chickpeas
at
their
table
.
"
You
're
strangers
here
,
"
he
said
,
"
so
let
me
advise
you
.
Try
my
wine
.
The
grapes
come
from
my
own
farm
and
it
's
made
by
my
sons
themselves
.
They
mix
it
with
oranges
and
lemons
.
It
's
the
best
wine
in
Italy
.
"
They
let
him
bring
the
wine
in
a
jug
and
it
was
even
better
than
he
claimed
,
dark
purple
and
as
powerful
as
a
brandy
.
Fabrizzo
said
to
the
cafe
proprietor
,
"
You
know
all
the
girls
here
,
I
'll
bet
.
We
saw
some
beauties
coming
down
the
road
,
one
in
particular
got
our
friend
here
hit
with
the
thunderbolt
.
"
He
motioned
to
Michael
.
