Aunt Queen understood Jasmine as no one else did, not even Jasmine. He left me a hardened orphan. Jasmine threw in a bit of mockery with a roll of her eyes and a lift of her eyebrows. And now as the years have gone by, I think of little else.
Only he's a different species, Aunt Queen, and I have to go to Mona, because Mona will know and so will Stirling Oliver. Don't you worry on that account. It is an agony for me, all of this. Literature and music, painting and history -- these are my passions.
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