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We even got a read some parts out loud so I could hear how they sounded to so a deaf cos Present the world as I saw it, but never with any idea about hoas being experienced If what the reader saas anything like what I had

The closest I used to get was during signings, when a reader would enthuse about a particular theotten what I intended but not if our views agreed Listening to Vega readaopened into her ht in to the work at the sas

But after a while, her eyes had started to droop and I’d carried her to bed withher drift off to sleep on my chest

Stealth was required Using ed to slipbeauty none the wiser

Freshly liberated I reached, without looking, to the top drawer of the nightstand Where I’d stashed so a sketch pad and a charcoal pencil, I reassu face

Touching point to the high-fiber page, ray lines turning black on the off-white paper Coly identifiable form

My chest was full with a love my mind didn’t knohat to do with The sort that left a had really spooked reed, or was even worried I ht

I just didn’t knohat to do hat I was feeling, love never co into it before I’d done the project with a chosen eet specialized help on a particular project, but also to providetheht want Be it the physical attention or thethe cherry on top of the other My criteria for choosing the candidate was based both on their fitness for the project, and e with them, both socially and sexually

The pencila photo-realistic replica of the scene in front of me The first time I’d been able to draw anyone but Delphine

My little sister was so excited to be in the big city My parents had relocated to Burgundy when housing costs in the capital got too high About the sae, in one of those universal coincidences A picture of provincial pastoral, the new ho place The rent was so cheap I wasn’t expected to contribute, though I did when I could Giving me ample time to hone my skills The click of my keyboard a near-permanent presence

I hadn’t been back in a while,soon after the success ofThe A to do betriting projects, so I started Boucher Books as a sort of hobby

“Can’t she go by herself? She is 20 now”

“More the worry,” Dad had said, practicing his English, “Remember what you were like?”

I kneas right Exploring Paris alone was sure to get er sister into trouble, and I had to ad it to her

“I’ll be on the next flight out”

It was like watching tirown a shocking amount since I saw her last To be fair she had been 15 at the time

But now she’d been accepted to college in the big scary city she couldn’t really remember, and my parents wanted me to show her around Particularly in terms of the places to avoid Clearly they were under the i I said could alter her course on the way to adulthood A road often marked with broken hearts and broken bones, at least in my experience

Cafe Bonne Biere had been my idea While she was still French, Delphine Marie Boucher was no longer a Parisian If, in fact, she had ever been She was 11 e’d made the move to wine country, and our parents had been very strict about herit mostly to me to be the enforcer and protector, while they both worked full-ti distance from each other