His job as a painter was wearing him down acutely as he aged. “An Oracle you are! Sebastian never told me he’d made one!” Rhea screamed a scream that was part horror and part laughter. There it was—to be borrowed. “She is living there now,” she remarked. The tears were streaming down her face, her voice was thick with sobs. I had dreamt of the olive grove beyond the courtyard I had once been fascinated 198 with as a boy. It was filled with sopping lichens and green benches too slimy to sit upon.
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