[Poggio]

Galvin returned, and once he saw the books he demolished the rest of the wooden desk kicking its timbers into submission. He drudged through the following days. The cold that had built up, had not eased off his heart by Saturday. It was the one day he used to look forward to in the week and now it arrived, Galvin felt like the titanic. He made his way to the park early sitting in the spot that usually was occupied by the other.