Ester sighed in understanding at his answer. At least about having staff - she couldn’t deny that she missed having a cook and a maid to pull up rugs and dust the place - but even then, Judah’s former life was a far cry from her own ordinary pre-existence. She didn’t know that she had had anything in hers that she could term a true luxury, anyway. A husband, a son? A comfortable home?
In truth, she was quite comfortable here, dingy wallpaper that these rooms had.
“Noble sacrifices for your art,” Ester remarked, but there was a knowing look in her eye, that naturally the art was not anything to do with the reasons for which he had left (or lost) his former life. No, no, she knew he had been disowned; there were deeper issues than stifled creativity.
In truth, she was quite comfortable here, dingy wallpaper that these rooms had.
“Noble sacrifices for your art,” Ester remarked, but there was a knowing look in her eye, that naturally the art was not anything to do with the reasons for which he had left (or lost) his former life. No, no, she knew he had been disowned; there were deeper issues than stifled creativity.
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