However, I already knewwho you were when your
invitation came.
I was the only delicate flower among them, he went
onwith a cold impassive irony.
Well, then, if we cant go along to hear the little
birdies singto Mr.
I get up in themorning and write, whether I feel
like it or not.
And yet it never occurred to me that I was
beingmysterious or secretive.
I think it is easier for you to speakabout these
things than it is for me. You may meet them any time you wish,he concluded. Their
mouths are dry and bitter withdesire: their hearts are torn with the thorns of
spring. It was during your first year inCambridge, a few days after you arrived. I
am not aware that I have ever done that, said Starwick quietly. So come up, kid, as
soon as you can: weought to have one more session before I go. Well, then, if we
cant go along to hear the little birdies singto Mr.
Surely it is better to have some kind oftalent,
however small, than none at all. Ithink I enjoy being with you and talking to you
more than to anyoneI have ever known.
Starwick laughed suddenly, his infectious and
spontaneous laugh,and said:But why not? Ithink I enjoy being with you and talking to
you more than to anyoneI have ever known.
His father was dead, and now it seemed to him that
he had neverfound him.
And the note was signed,Francis Starwick. Forlovely
April, cruel and flowerful, will tear them with sharp joyand wordless
lust.
Sure, Horton came out in his broad Iowa accent,
putting his handgently on the boys shoulder.
Hes got to have the rightATMOSPHERE to work in. The
other flushed miserably and muttered:No, I didnt say that, Frank! The ripe, the
golden month has comeagain, and in Virginia the chinkapins are falling. You cant see
enough of someone for weeks at a time and then youslam the door in his face. I am
not aware that I have ever done that, said Starwick quietly. It was October, and he
had come home again: he could notbelieve that his father was dead.
It was wonderful to get aninvitation from someone
asking me to dinner.
Starwick and Eugene, I suppose well have to say
good-bye,said Effie regretfully. Now an artist is sensitive to all these things, he
went on in ajocose explanatory tone to his wife.
Thats all thewalking that Im going to do today. The
ripe, the golden month has comeagain, and in Virginia the chinkapins are falling.
Frost sharpsthe middle music of the seasons, and all things living on the earthturn
home again.
It was wonderful to get aninvitation from someone
asking me to dinner.