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. She turned into the study, sat down at the table and fingered the pencils, curiously stirred. For her it was sufficient to know that somebody wanted her, that never again would she be alone, that always this boy with the dreams would be depending upon her. It’s gone. If she has no children, she goes on loving her husband; but he is no longer a man but a child.
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