In the villa downtown.
With a glass of hot milk in hand, Field looked at Bertha, who was still drawing. He said softly, "It's time to rest."
"Let me draw for a while," Bertha said as she drew.
He held her with his big hands. She looked up at Field with a smile. "Field, what's wrong?"
"Stop drawing. It's too late. You can draw tomorrow."
"I'm afraid that I don't have much time left, so I want to draw more while I'm free. If I'm gone one day, you'll think of me when you look at these things."
As she spoke, she hugged him.
Field was stunned for a moment. He was not used to the sudden intimacy.
"Field, I remember what you looked like when you were young. At that time, although you were a big boy, you were very timid. You didn't know what to do after you were injured. Maybe everyone wil
