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318 pages, Paperback
First published June 8, 2021

“The marksman’s wife is generally respected, though she has the overexpressive hands of a busybody and I’ve never seen her laugh.”
“Everyone knows Wallpurga tells fortunes by measuring heads - a superstitious and unlawful practice, which, besides, she is no good at.”
“What I want to say is that Ursula’s brother the Cabbage was there with her. He was wearing a green hunting cape, and his posture was poor, and his cheeks were red. Behind him was the whiskered ducal governor Einhorn, unkempt, and with a spotted spaniel in his arms. They smelled of drink. The crowd of them looked like a pack of dull troubadours who, come morning, have made off with all the butter.”
He had a slice of apple on a tiny fancy spear of some sort.
‘What is that toy you’re holding?”
“It’s a fork. And I know you know it’s a fork.”
“It looks like the tail of a devil,” I said. “Not in a bad way.”
“You’re going to give me trouble about my fork?”
“When did that happen?”
“The fork?”
“Your gray beard.”
“Mama, you are...unrelenting.”