walking through the harbor and home through the park with edgar. a small woman with bright pink lips, smiles and comes toward us, directly for edgar. i warn her of his slobberiness. she dismisses it without a worry. she speaks carefully in english with a charming lisp of french. she presses edgar's head to her belly and tells me of when she was a girl and was taught by the nuns. her neighbor had a great dane who she loved. and the dog followed her to school, into the schoolyard, and frightened the children. the nuns made her stay after school for a week.
A Visit to the Guy Wolff Pottery
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