to this important Impressionist exhibition. We have never
before had this number of Impressionist paintings in
Buenos Aires . . .'
Cristina felt a hand on her arm. She knew that hand. It
was Philippe. He had come back to Buenos Aires often
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while they were organising the exhibition and they had
spent a lot of time together.
Philippe spoke quietly in Cristina's ear, 'It's really
happening. Your parents and friends are here. The paintings
are here. Monet's poppies are here. And we're here together
to see them too.'
'I know. It's wonderful. I wish you and your paintings
could stay here for ever.'
'No, 1 have to go home. But I want to ask you
something. When I take my paintings home, will you come
with me?'
Cristina smiled at him with love in her eyes and nodded
her head