He looked at the counterweights of the chandelier.
"Sometimes your compassion shames me, " he said quietly. "Of course I shall attend. Will you be there, Erik?"
"Yes. You won't see me but, I shall be there, watching, as your great triumph is unveiled."
"Our triumph," he corrected firmly. "Our triumph, Erik." And to my great astonishment, he insisted on shaking hands with me.
— Jul 28, 2020 08:06PM
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