[Lucas nods, slowly. He is remembering the smile on the man's face when he had been presented with that drawing. It is because of that smile that he had decided he would learn how to draw well.
. . .
He starts to tremble again, all of a sudden. With a shock, he realizes . . . This is like . . . This is exactly like what he had done three years ago. Sorted through his mother's letters. Cried over his brother's favorite shirt. Tremblingly deciding what should be thrown out and what should be kept.
no subject
. . .
He starts to tremble again, all of a sudden. With a shock, he realizes . . . This is like . . . This is exactly like what he had done three years ago. Sorted through his mother's letters. Cried over his brother's favorite shirt. Tremblingly deciding what should be thrown out and what should be kept.
It is like the Netherlands is dead.]