“That girl in the garden?”
“Park,” he corrected me with a short laughter. “Once it was spreading across the whole town's square. It was reduced to a size of a small parking lot, but even when the king's land is cut to pieces, his title stays,” he explained.
I had two answers, which I didn't need. I learned why they called it a park, and I felt less confused about that hug, which wasn't supposed to be the f*******n fruit as it seemed before. I wondered how many answers could hide behind the veil of the preaching.
“Why did you ask?” I decided to give it a chance to know more.
“Asked what?”
“About the painting.”
“I was curious,” he calmly answered -but it was obvious that it wasn't the whole truth.
It could be something that arose the curiosity in someone's mind, but I believed he deli
