“She has your insolence,” Juraski replied without turning.
Dali looked at the children. At Umu, finally asleep on his shoulder. At Friedrich, now building a fortress of pillows under Henrik’s watchful gaze. At Angelica, tangled in the curtains like a little star in a silver net. At Raphael, whose back was still turned, but whose ears were undoubtedly wide open. Delico-s Nursery
“She has your insolence,” Juraski replied without turning.
Dali looked at the children. At Umu, finally asleep on his shoulder. At Friedrich, now building a fortress of pillows under Henrik’s watchful gaze. At Angelica, tangled in the curtains like a little star in a silver net. At Raphael, whose back was still turned, but whose ears were undoubtedly wide open.