[Mahalia nods, drawing away from Fela slowly, rubbing the tears away from her eyes as she goes back to the wall. There is something of an order to their faces, and her own is last, the youngest daughter. Above it, her mother, painted in a very classical manner, defined lines, but delicate.]
This is my mother. Petronel.
[She has to go up onto tiptoes again to point to the next, central at the top, next to Desidero and Domino. There is love evident in all the drawings, in Acacio's skill, but here most of all it is clear in the subject, in his facial expression and bright eyes.]
no subject
This is my mother. Petronel.
[She has to go up onto tiptoes again to point to the next, central at the top, next to Desidero and Domino. There is love evident in all the drawings, in Acacio's skill, but here most of all it is clear in the subject, in his facial expression and bright eyes.]
And this is Jast.