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. He obviously was not interested
in the three-color cape that she had painstakingly made.
"Look," he said, insisting that she focus her eyes on
him, "I've had my teeth chiseled. What do you think?
Good and straight now, right?"
She shielded her eyes and glanced at his mouth.
"Every time I see you, you're different," she said. "I
can hardly remember what you looked like six years
ago."
A tear suddenly ran down her cheek. Her chin
trembled.
"Now what's wrong?" asked Tosch, perturbed. "I'm
sorry. It's just that I sometimes forget what Seron used to
look like, too."
The dragon lowered his plummaged head and sighed
with exasperation. "You still think of him?" "I never stop."
"Well, I still can't understand what you saw in him. I
grant you, he was a passable painter, but after all, he had a
wonderful subject. You know," Tosch added, "he was never
very nice to me."
"He liked you very much," Kyra said defiantly. "And I
don't want you to say another bad word about Seron. Not
ever."
"Sorry," apologized Tosch, shrinking just a bit under
her wrath. He thought it wise, just then, to say something
nice about her late husband. "It's too bad he never did a self-
portrait," offered the dragon
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