The Crack on the Mirror


"Felix?"

Felix was sitting at the table and drawing. He went on drawing when his mother addressed him. She had just come home and was eager to say something to her son.

"Felix, you hear me? Please, stop what you're doing for a moment. I've been to Desmond Burdick's studio and talked to him about you."

Felix forced himself to lay down his pencil and faced his mother.

"He's got to see your drawings before he makes up his mind whether he accepts you. He asked to see some of your drawings tomorrow. Select the ones you want to show him, and we'll take them there."

"Nope," said Felix.





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