Frida Kahlo The Broken Column painting

Frida Kahlo The Broken Column paintingFrida Kahlo Self Portrait paintingFrida Kahlo Self Portrait with Monkey painting
was asking his mother, had she, a little later than that, still felt even so that there was somebody? or not. And she said that indeed she had had such an impression. Where? Why she couldn’t say where, except that the impression was even stronger than before, but, of course, by then she realized it was an hallucination. But they felt it too! Why how perfectly uncanny!
“Mary thinks it was Jay,” Andrew told her.
“Why, I ...”
“So does Aunt Hannah.”
“Why how—how perfectly extraordinary, Andrew!”
“She thinks he was worried about ...”
“Oh, Andrew!” Mary cried. “Andrew Please let’s don’t talk about it any more! Do you mind?”
He looked at her as if he had been slapped. “Why, Mary, of course not!” He explained to his mother: “Mary’d rather we didn’t discuss it any more.”
“Oh, it’s not that, Andrew. It just—means so much more than anything we