Louis Aston Knight paintings
Leon Bazile Perrault paintings
Leon-Augustin L'hermitte paintings
said some conventionality—"What a pity."
My hostess glanced at me with faint puzzlement but pursued her thought, still smiling. "She says we're married! I love to talk with her. It's a real honor to have so much abba in the house, don't you think? I feel very lucky!"
I knew abba: it was a common shrub, an evergreen; we used abba berries, pungent, a bit like juniper, in certain dishes. There was an abba bush in the back yard and a little jar of the dried berries in the cupboard. But I didn't think the house was full of them.
I brooded over Mrs. Tattava's "hali shrine." I knew of no shrines at all on Hennebet, except the little niche in the living room where Mrs. Nannattula always kept a few flowers or reeds or, come to think of it, a sprig of abba. I asked her if the niche had a name, and she said it was the tutuve.
Monday, August 11, 2008
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