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I broke off in the slow movement and looked up. I was about to say, "I can't go on any more," but the three of them were on their feet clapping and smiling broadly at me. In parody of concertgoers George and Terence cupped their hands around their mouths and called out "Bravo! Bravissimo!" Mary came forward, kissed me on the cheek and presented me with an imaginary bouquet. Overwhelmed by nostalgia for a country I had not yet left, I could do no more than put my feet together and make a bow, clasping the flowers to my chest.

Then Mary said, "Let's go. I'm tired."

The End

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