Johannes Vermeer girl with the pearl earring

Johannes Vermeer girl with the pearl earringDiane Romanello Autumn RoadGustav Klimt Apple Tree II
bubbling like a hot spring, she’d create a new pro-fession. One that with any luck didn’t involve men and med-dling old women.
And she’d bottle. “What did you say it’s called?” She peered at the label. “Chateau Maison? Chat-eau . . . that’s foreign for cat’s water, you know, but that’s only their way, I know it ain’t real cat’s water. Real cat’s water is sharper.” She hammered the cork into the bottle with the end of her knife, then stuck her finger over the neck and gave it a vigorous shaking “to mix the goodness in.”
“But I don’t hold with drinking it out of ladies’ boots,” she said. “I know it’s supposed to be the thing to dokeep that damn letter, just to remind her. All the time she’d wondered how Verence was able to have things arranged weeks before she got back, and it was as simple as this. How they must have laughed ...It occurred briefly to Nanny Ogg that she really should be somewhere else, but at her time of life invitations to inti-mate candlelit suppers were not a daily occurrence. There had to be a time when you stopped worrying about the rest of the world and cared a little for yourself. There had to be a time for a quiet, inner moment.“This is damn good wine,” she said, picking up another