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“Keep what?!”
“Hmm! You just need to stand guard.”
“Okay! I’m almost there!”
“If angels don’t change, let alone humans,” he grumbled.
Maria ignored this remark, concentrating all her attention on George, his body and that woman. She was sitting with him all the time. It seemed that she didn’t leave him even to “relieve herself”. She often prayed. And he was sitting next to her admiringly. Similarly, without being away for a moment.
Mary looked back at Michael, who was diligently covering black stains, but they were still looking through the whitewashing, and this worried him.
“Oh, dear! You’re like a real man!”
“You’d better stop sneering or take a brush and paint yourself!” Michael answered her kindly, hiding a smile.
“Very scary!” Mary sniffed and again looked into the room, where the man and the woman were sitting against each other, so much needed for each other.