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He struggled slowly toward the silhouette of the refugee ship, the Sonya, his throat dried hollow with seawater, his left arm numb from holding up the instrument. At one point, he slowed and floated in the waves, fitted the familiar shape against his chin, as if he were considering a melody. But he only rested for a moment.
208 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 2000
'You will stay in this house!'' ''I am not staying!'' she replies. ''You can't keep me from leaving!''
''You have ruined me! You have trapped me into this life!''
As I looked at my daughter's face, I began to understand that to love another was to be a custodian of that person's decline--to know this fate, hold onto it, and live.