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Updated: September 12, 2025
"I've always believed in you, Thea; always believed," he muttered. She smiled and closed her eyes. "They save me: the old things, things like the Kohlers' garden. They are in everything I do." "In what you sing, you mean?" "Yes. Not in any direct way," she spoke hurriedly, "the light, the color, the feeling. Most of all the feeling.
Those were the closing words of Thea's favorite fairy tale, and she thought of them as she ran out into the world one Saturday morning in May, her music book under her arm. She was going to the Kohlers' to take her lesson, but she was in no hurry. It was in the summer that one really lived.
When they passed the Kohlers', old Fritz and Wunsch were cutting grapes at the arbor. Thea gave them a businesslike nod. Wunsch came to the gate and looked after them. He divined Ray Kennedy's hopes, and he distrusted every expedition that led away from the piano. Unconsciously he made Thea pay for frivolousness of this sort.
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