Far away there was the one woman for this boy of mine—some human being who would understand the dear fool better than all the rest of the world. It reminded her of one of the old tales her mother Marina had told her about a sculptor named Farhat. She paced restlessly to the door and back again, biting her tongue on the hot words begging to be uttered. Her little white hand stole across the table.
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