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Cold hands clamped around my neck. From the corner of my eye, something clicked and glinted, like a knife. Sure as hell was not going to find out. The hands became an arm. I sank my teeth into the skin. He let go. I made for the door, did not look back. My chest burned as my legs scaled the wall. The dead taste of blood in my mouth made me gag.

This is Fiorella De Luca Calce's second novel and could be considered the second part of her on-going exploration of cultural and family tensions in the Italian-Canadian community. In this work the author writers about friendship between a young boy and girl and how what seems overt meanness turns out to be a wonderful manifestation of love.

This is Fiorella De Luca Calce's second novel and could be considered the second part of her on-going exploration of cultural and family tensions in the Italian-Canadian community. In this work the author writers about friendship between a young boy and girl and how what seems overt meanness turns out to be a wonderful manifestation of love.

Cold hands clamped around my neck. From the corner of my eye, something clicked and glinted, like a knife. Sure as hell was not going to find out. The hands became an arm. I sank my teeth into the skin. He let go. I made for the door, did not look back. My chest burned as my legs scaled the wall. The dead taste of blood in my mouth made me gag.