A Weed Among Roses

Looking at the date and words above, Dante easily recalled the memory—this drawing was from the time when it was raining, and Clara fell in the garden. He had lifted her with one hand and tossed her into the outdoor pool, telling her to wash off before coming back up.

He picked up another one, which was from when he had been tutoring Clara in math, and he fell asleep at her desk with her clothes o