“HiElina.Haven’tseenyouforalongtime.Howareyou?”
“Good.Good.AngelidIsawyouridingtheflyinghorsebackhereandsheurgedmetoeayou.”
“Really?Howisshe?”
“She’sgotabadscareandisverynervousandtense.She’suorex,inspiteofthesedativesIprescribedforher.”
“It’sOK.Iknowhowtocalmherdownandeosleep.”
“Oh,thenyou’remoreeffectivethansleepingpills!”ughedElina.“Youarethedrugthatcureher.”
“Don’tbesilly”saidLotusblushingandgaveherawhiteeye.
“Goandseeher.Ihaveanerrandtorunandwillberightback.”
LotussteppedintoAngelica’sbedroom.Itaciousroomwithrgewindowsonthreesides,affadramaticviewofendlessmountainsandcrystalclearkewaters..Thebeautifulpoetesslivingherecouldgetendlessinspirationsforherimmortalpoems.Angelithebed,hereyeswideandroving,uorexnomatterhowshetried.Lotuswalkedtoherbedsideandsaid,
“Don’tworry.Everything’sfine.Iamheretokeepyoupany.Youmusttryasomesleep.”Angeliodded,butstillcouldnotmakeherselftalk.Lotussatdownonthechairacrossfromherandtookupatirdlerippedupbythebarbarians.Itshouldhavebeentossedaway,butbecauseitwasagiftfromKingDimitri,itrecioustoAngelidofgreatsealvalue.WhenAishawashereawhileagotokeepAngelipany,shecasuallybeganwonit,makiitches.NowLotustookupaneedleandthreadandcarriedonthehandiwork.Shesewedcarefully,makingsmallclosestitchessothatthemendingwouldbeasinvisibleaspossible.Angelica’seyesfollowedLotus’fingersandwatchedtheneedleandthreadgomethodicallyupanddown,upanddown.Theuniform,systematicmotionhypnotizedAngelica.Shefelthereyelidsgrowheavyandsoonfeesleep.
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