Lucy loved orchestras, the bittersweet tinge of rosin dust that hung in the air, the way that the sun shone through filthy windows illuminating the marimbas with a storybook light. The taste of his sweat was intoxicating, like sweet brandy, like blood. She could almost smell her mother’s attar of white roses and lemon verbena with the memory of the story. He sat up in his chair again, the colour came back to his cheeks. ” The girl sat up and looked at him with a curious twist at the corners of her mouth —humorous or pathetic, he could not tell which. “Did you see who that was?” he asked in a low tone.
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