The Sommita lay spread-eagled on her back across a red counterpane. The bosom of 
her red biblical dress had been torn down to the waist and under her left breast,
 irrelevantly, unbelievably, the haft of a knife stuck out. The right arm, rigid 
as a branch, was raised in the fascist salute. She might have been posed for the
 jacket on an all-too-predictable shocker…
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