How could she? How could she be so cruel? Then again, what else to expect from a woman who has so much?
IS it anger that is stopping his sleep? Eliyahu throws off the thin sheet. Is it the heat? He washes his hands and face and steps out into the courtyard.
The moon is filtered through the pomegranate tree; the small fruit glow silvery-pink and Eliyahu reaches out and touches one. The smooth coolness calms him and allows him to think.
The great lady. That is what they all call Leonora.
And it is true. She does some great things. Certainly, she has magnificent ideas.
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