Andrew Atroshenko What a Wonderful Life painting

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through.”
“I will, Papa, and thank you.”
“I’ve got absolute confidence in you,” he said, wishing that this was entirely true, and that she could entirely care.Why where ...” Mary began, for there was nobody in the kitchen.
“Must be in the living room,” her father said, and took her arm.
“There’s more room here,” Andrew told her, as they came in. Although the night was warm, he was nursing a small fire. All the shades, Mary noticed, were drawn to the window sills.
“Thank you, Papa,” she said. “That’s going to be a great help to know.”
Her hand on the doorknob, she turned off the light and preceded him into the kitchen.
“Mary,” her mother said loudly, patting a place beside her on the sofa. Mary sat beside her and took her hand. Her mother took Mary’s left hand in both of her hands, drew it into her lap, and pressed it against her thin thighs with all her strength.