Maybe the two of you can visit her once things calm down a bit.” I think one part of her is glad to know her daughter gave her life to preserve Elana’s. I’m concerned about a shock like this when, well, her time is growing short. But she’s doing as well as can be expected. I don’t even know where to start.” She paused. “Damien’s book and all the guests and … everything! All of it. I mean, so much has happened, but I’m feeling okay.” “First, my dear, how are you feeling after the events of the last day? It’s a lot to soak up.” He brought all his tools, the mini kiln, the paint, all of it.” Anyway, he came this morning at dawn and was working until an hour ago.” Norbridge gestured around him at the living room. The focus! He is obsessed with his craft. But that’s what makes him such a supreme artist. “The gentleman is so absentminded, I’m not even sure he knows what month it is sometimes. “Of all the days for this to happen,” he said, “Fortinbras Antunes, my good friend and the master tile maker I work with from Portugal, arrived early this morning to complete a project I’d asked him to finalize.” Norbridge surveyed the small mess on the carpet before them. “What’s been going on in here?” she said, once they were seated and after he’d asked her how Elana was doing. The door to Norbridge’s office was closed. She’d noticed when she came in that there were pieces of blue and white tile scattered on the floor and the smell of glue or turpentine in the air. Elizabeth sat with Norbridge on the sofa in the main room of his office just behind the telescope.
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