Wednesday, October 8, 2008

Joseph Mallord William Turner The Grand Canal Venice painting

Joseph Mallord William Turner The Grand Canal Venice paintingJohn Singer Sargent El Jaleo paintingRembrandt Susanna and the Elders painting
don’t see how his mother’s going to bear it,” Mary said, in a subdued voice. “I said I just don’t see how Jay’s mother is going to bear it,” she told her mother.
“Her own husband right at death’s door,” she said to Hannah, “and now this. He was just the apple of her eye, that’s all.”
“Hello?”
“She has a world of grit,” Hannah said.
“Ralph? Is this Ralph Follet?”
“If she hadn’t she wouldn’t be alive today,” Mary said.
“Ralph, this is Andrew Lynch.” They sat very still and made no pretense of not listening.
“Yes. Andrew. Ralph, I have to tell you about Jay.” Hannah and Mary looked at each other. With everything that Andrew said, from then on, they realized in a sense which they had failed to before, that it had really happened and that it was final.
“Jay died tonight, Ralph.
“He’s dead.

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