L. Kelly, J. ThorneAnd indeed, there are appreciative murmurs as the girls stop to take in what’s displayed on our recessed shelves, the few finds of Father’s that Grandmama determined were aesthetically neutral enough to have on display where polite society might peruse them. A carved Mehen board: supposedly mystifying, that ancient game, but compared to Carroll’s Game of Logic, it was a laugh—goodness, I was seven, and it still took me only half a morning to suss out the rules. The stone falcon Father unearthed . . . in Greece, was it? A glass amulet from some unfortunate South American tribe, most likely. “Curiosities,” Miss Veltin would call these objects, but only if you’re curious about them, which I most resolutely am not. © Copyright: Ирина Ачкасова 2, 2025.
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