Ford kept his eyes on his wife's face as they walked; she kept hers on the ground. The crowd parted in advance of the pallbearers as they made their slow way out into the campo. A man walked quickly into the campo from the direction of the bacino, where the boat that would take the coffin to the cemetery was moored. The man saw the coffin, approached the pastor and had a word with him, and the old priest turned and pointed to Ford. The man signalled to Ford, who left his wife with a soft word and went to talk to him.
Brunetti took this opportunity to approach the woman.
'Signora’ he said as he came up to her.
She looked up, recognized him instantly, but said nothing. Brunetti saw that she had aged more years than months had passed; her cheeks were gaunt hollows on either side of a
withered mouth. It was as though she had become a stranger to sleep.
She looked down and spoke so softly he had to bend to hear what she said, Tell me what you have to tell me before he comes back.' She spoke hurriedly, glancing to the left, where her husband stood talking to the other man.
'Have you read all of the papers in your case, Signora?' he asked.
She nodded.
'Have you read the autopsy report?'
Her eyes widened at this, and then she closed them for an instant. He took that as a yes, but he wanted to hear her say it.
'Have you read it?' 'Yes,' she said.
'Then you know she was a virgin.'
Her mouth opened, and he saw then that she had lost her two bottom front teeth and not bothered to replace them. ‘He told me . . .' she began to say but then stopped, looking anxiously off towards her husband.
'I'm sure he did, Signora’ Brunetti said, and turned away, leaving her to the men in her life
Donna Leon, Wilful Behaviour
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