She told her husband that she wished her
nothing more than her own death. “But it still misses the
nucleolus. Outside stood a
stocky, combat boot-clad girl of seventeen with a teased
mass of spiky bottle-black hair. He's more like a lord than—"
As she spoke, steps were heard approaching; the door was thrown open, and a
young man marched boldly into the room. It was his redemption, his ticket out of hell—that blue-serge coat. His cheeks were puffy, and his eyes blood-shot. But he would die if he continued in this course. This laughter released something that had been striving for expression—her own
natural buoyancy. He could imagine it even if he could not feel it. “Perhaps for me,” she added,
with a sudden wistful look out of the bare high window, “a night of beginnings. Because Leonardo, he made me see that I can be someone. And you’d better
have her fetch in some food for the missie, an’ all. She had looked forward to an explanation.
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