I dodge it, fidgeting the fabric anxiously in my hands now. An education of sorts and then after that maybe I’ll go into…,” I can’t finish because I don’t know what to say. “I don’t have any idea what I’ll do when I get to my aunt’s, but I’ll figure something out. To avoid eye contact again, I walk over to the couch and start arranging the clothes in a neat pile on the cushion. “But I really have no interest in anything like that anymore. “I did think about being up on a stage somewhere,” I say and his hands fall away from my elbows. Many long seconds go by before I manage an answer. “Have you ever considered playing professionally?” I raise my eyes to look at him and before he can say whatever it was he had planned to say, I blurt out softly, “I’m so sorry for…Victor, I’m not crazy or…well, I’m really sorry.” I stand with my arms crossed loosely over my stomach. He walks around in front of me and fits my elbows in his hands. Long after Ophelia leaves, I’m still looking at the door, not with her on my mind, but I can’t bring myself to look at Victor. She pats me on the arm as she walks past, taking up her purse from the floor on her way to the front door. Ophelia turns to me with a big close-lipped smile.
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