of my astonished gaze he lined up one two three on the counter, all my covers "...but perhaps this is more defined, more comprehensible for us Americans." He thinks for a moment, and placed a mono on the little joy-love-colored Venice surrounded by the black sky and: "Yes, this one," he said.
"Do you want to conclude?" Papa asked him.
"But yes, I have already asked you to let me know as soon as possible: I would like to conclude before returning to New York. He is smart, the young man. A true artist. Did you say that he is quite young, if I remember correctly?"
"You can judge for yourself," Papa smiled taking a step back so that Charlie and I were face to face. "This is the young man: Adriana Ivancich. This is my publisher: Charles Scribner. Scribner would like your drawing to cover Across the River. Now you have to decide, artist, if you want to sell it to him."
After the first surprise, I burst out laughing. Scribner laughed too.
"You won, Black Horse. You won alone!" Papa said and you could see that he was happy.
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