Generalissimo
Franco walked heavily across the ornate
reception room, put his hands on Sowerbutt’s
shoulders and kissed both his cheeks. “Jimmy,” the man,
dressed in the immaculate uniform of a Captain-General, said, “it is very good
to see you again. You must always call me Paco, you are family. Many terrible
things happened during the years of fighting, but I will carry the loss of my
beloved goddaughter, Kasandra, in my heart forever. You were too generous to the scum who
murdered our poor girl. I would have crucified him and left him as carrion."
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