 Wysłany: Pon 16:22, 21 Lut 2011 Temat postu: No one coming.
Ruth nodded and smiled.
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| her wordsday and nightI feel I know her like an old friend and miss her already.
Ruth warned him: "She won't be the same woman who wrote those pages." Perhaps . . . but somehow I think she will be. Would you like to come for dinner tonight? Ruth joked with her mother that an admirer was coming to see her and she should put on her pretty clothes. No mbt karani men! No one coming. Ruth nodded and smiled. Who? Ruth answered vaguely. "An old friend of an old friend of yours in China." LuLing pondered hard. "Ahyes. I remember now." Ruth helped her bathe and dress. She tied a scarf around her neckcombed her hairadded a touch of lipstick. "You're beautiful Ruth said and it was true. LuLing looked at herself in the mirror. Buddha-full. Too bad Gao Ling not pretty like me." Ruth laughed. Her mother had never expressed vanity about her looksbut with the dementiathe modesty censors must not have been working. Dementia was like a truth serum. At seven exactlyMr. Tang arrived with LuLing's pages and his translation. He was a slender man with white hairdeep smile linesa very kind face. He brought LuLing a bag of oranges. No need to be so polite she said automatically as she inspected t |
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