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Wysłany: Czw 8:52, 03 Mar 2011 Temat postu: hall saying goodbye
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hall saying goodbye
to Alicia; I run upstairs to Mama’s room.
“Ohis it so late?” she asks when she sees me wearing my coat and boots. “I thought you were
staying to lunch.” Mama is sitting at her deskwhich as always is covered with pieces of paper
which are covered with her extravagant handwriting.
“What are you working on?” Whatever it isit’s full of scratched-out words and doodles.
Mama turns the page face down. She’s very secretive about her writing. “Nothing. It’s a poem
about the garden under the snow. It isn’t coming out well at all.” Mama stands upwalks to
the window. “Funny how poems are never as nice as the real garden. My poemsanyway.”
I can’t really comment on this because Mama has never let me read one of her poemsso I say
“Wellthe garden is beautiful” and she waves the compliment away. Praise means nothing to
Mamashe doesn’t believe it. Only criticism can flush her cheeks and catch her attention. If I
were to say something disparaging she would remember it always. There is an awkward pause. I
realize that she is waiting for me to leave so she can go back to her writing.
“By [link widoczny dla zalogowanych][link widoczny dla zalogowanych]ma” I say. I kiss her cool faceand escape.
HENRY: We’ve been on the road for about an hour. Foyilai:
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