Privilege

We’d been arguing. Not much of a surprise, because that’s how we spent the majority of our time. We’d been staying with Fredrik, my brother-in-law, in his villa situated on a ten-acre vineyard just outside Pisa and purchased by his wife, Laili, who could afford to make her beloved husband the gentleman-farmer she so lovingly accused him of wanting to be.

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