Karla did not understand her father's second voice.
She knew the first as the deepest music in the world, firm but gentle even in correction.
His colossal stage voice, however, required explanation.
“That's drama, my darling: you are my life.”
Karla did not understand her father's second voice.
She knew the first as the deepest music in the world, firm but gentle even in correction.
His colossal stage voice, however, required explanation.
“That's drama, my darling: you are my life.”
