“What will you do with all these cat balls?” “We don’t keep the testicles as trophies, Benedetto.” Duccio growls. “Cat balls now and then who will be next? Stefano, Benedetto, Lorenzo, Padre Francesco? Castrate all the males of the village, why don’t you?” Valentina leans toward Duccio, earrings like wrecking balls. “At least it would be an easy job in your case, since they are dragging along the ground behind you.” This earns her an uncoordinated high five from her twin. “Like two chestnuts in a wet sock,” adds her sister.
