She saw her mother, her pale face, a woman in a white robe, calling to her from a sun drenched balcony. I can’t do it even decently myself, and I dare not run the risk of ruining all my clothes. And then, as she stood there, with the fragments of the torn canvas at her feet, some even caught upon her skirt, the door was thrown open, and a girl entered humming a light tune. There were dark rims under her eyes, soft now with unshed tears. “Why would she do that? Why does she care? That’s a waste of her time. . When my father died, and we were left alone in Jersey, I was quite a long time deciding whether I would go in for singing professionally or try painting.
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