A drunken idea, Ah Cum had called it. “What, you don’t think that you can afford it? Lucy, with your musical talent, you’ll get a full ride. There was only one small grated window in this hold, which admitted but little light. Lucy loved orchestras, the bittersweet tinge of rosin dust that hung in the air, the way that the sun shone through filthy windows illuminating the marimbas with a storybook light. With his tongue lolling and his flea-bitten stump wagging apologetically, he glanced from face to face to see if there was any forgiveness visible. There were doorways to peer into, dim cluttered holes with shadowy forms moving about, potters and rug-weavers.
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