The original source of the revolting glass he just sipped from. He takes a sip and then adds a splash to his sauce, finding it to be delicious. Why did the wine in the glass smell like dead ants? he wonders. Mamma mia! For Lorenzo, this is further confirmation that, cosmically, nothing makes sense anymore. He has been reading about chaos theory and the butterfly effect, and the more he reads, the more it seems feasible to him that every insect of the Amazon rainforest is bending a leg, licking its own eyeballs, or eating its spouse to set off an endless string of catastrophes that, one after
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