![]() "Ah, yes. This is a Chagall. A sweet-faced goat. He is partial to goats almost as much as cows. The village through the window in the snow must be his." "Vitebsk," I said. "The woman is you, the way he saw you." "Really? I thought it was Bella. What makes you think it's me?" "Because you tip your head to the right like this woman is doing, like you're doing right now. And your mouth stretches more to the left than the right, like hers. It's definitely you." |