Tuesday, 7 October 2008

Edward Hopper Morning Sun painting

Edward Hopper Morning Sun painting
Amedeo Modigliani Reclining Nude painting
Claude Monet Venice Twilight painting
disturbance, I guess. After all, it’s very possible he’ll have to be taken straight to a hospital. The man did say it was serious, after all.”
“I think you’re wise to wait,” Hannah said.
“How’s that water?” Mary twisted in her chair to see. “Sakes alive, the watched pot.” She got up and stuffed in more kindling, and brought down the box of tea. “I don’t knows I really want any tea, anyway, but I think it’s a good idea to drink something warm while we’re waiting, don’t you?”
“I’d like some,” said Hannah, who wanted nothing.
“Good, then we’ll have some. Just as soon as the water’s ready.” She sat down again. “I thought one light blanket would be enough on a night like this but I’ve another over the foot of the bed in case it should turn cool.”
“That should be sufficient.”
“Goodness knows,” Mary said, vaguely, and became silent. She looked at her hands, which lay loosely clasped on the table. Hannah found that she was watching

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