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much. Probably didn't really want to know." Feeling very uneasy and downright shaky, Marcus pressed, "Then what DID you mean?" "Its kind of complicated. Nino had a son. He never married, but he had a lady, a very special lady, the only one. Zora. Zora Terrell. One second." Sissy got up and left the room. A few drawer noises followed. "Here." "Whoa! A looker! Nino had a babe." "Pretty, huh?" "Man, I'll say. I would have never thought..." "You and everybody else. Nino did not mix with the human species, you know? God he was scary. He still is. He's ancient and still feared. Zora was a torch singer who traveled in and out of daddy's jazz crowd. As you can see, she was the prettiest woman, not just the prettiest black woman. She was simply the prettiest woman around. But it was her sad music. Nino was drawn to her by her soulful singing. I'm sure her looks didn't hurt. I don't think he ever got near another human being, not in that way. They had a son and that was a problem. Nino knew exactly who he was and how that would weigh on any child. Then the were the dangers. It might have gone otherwise had she lived." "She died? Of what?" "Maybe today this makes no sense, you know? Frank, Prio's son, died of blood poisoning from a stupid splinter. That was only a few years earlier. Those days - you know? Nobody was vaccinated. There were no antibiotics. But Zora, Nino's only cultivated connection to humanity, the prettiest girl in his world, after a trip to the cemetery to place flowers on young Frank's grave, died of asthma. They had just cut