The Afternoon of No CounselHer care finally asleep, the nurse, drowsy herself, looked out on the orchard, the plum trees not so full as the spring flowering had promised. ![]() The butcher woke from his dreamy nap uneasy to feel so eager for the night. ![]() The minister paused to reconsider before he risked saying he had no advice to offer about his own forebodings about the banquet guests. ![]() The tax collector’s daughter failed to bully her playmates into wading across the stream and wandering farther than ever into the forest. ![]() The one charged with recalling events with the most telling words knew his writing must ignore nearly all that happened. ![]() The ruler deliberated asking his son’s tutor what incidents from Plutarch would make fitting murals for his tomb. ![]() The strangers who knocked at the merchant’s door spoke another language but, ignoring his suspicious eyes, made their needs clear with their open hands. ![]() A mother had set aside a moment to comfort herself by pulling her shawl tight and focusing on how much she missed her daughter. |
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