Amedeo Modigliani Reclining Nude painting

Amedeo Modigliani Reclining Nude paintingClaude Monet Venice Twilight paintingAlphonse Maria Mucha The Judgement of Paris painting
Maybe just some hot milk. No I won’t, either,” she cried out, with sudden tears; they looked at her and looked away; she soon had control of herself.
“One of the last things Jay did for me,” she explained, “way early in the morning before he—went away. He fixed me some hot milk to help me sleep.” She began to cry again. “Bless his heart,” she said. “Bless his dear heart.”
“You know almost the last thing he said to me?
“He asked me to think what I wanted for my birthday.
“ ‘Within reason,’ he said. He was just joking.
“And he said not to wait supper, but he’d—he’d try to be back before the children were asleep, for sure.”
She’d feel better later on if she’d kept a few of these things to herself, Joel thought.
Or would she. I would. But I’m not Poll.
“Rufus just—wouldn’t give up. He just wouldn’t go to sleep. He was so proud of that cap, Aunt Hannah. He wanted so much to show it to his father.”