James: " It sounds just like a fantasy ! dreamy and beautiful . "
Grandma: " Yes it is . "
James: " May be there is only one person for everyone and I lost her . I don't know if I will ever be able to find anyone . "
Grandma: " No don't say that , You want me to tell you another story . "
James: " No I don't want to listen . "
Grandma: " Why not ? I love to narrate stories and then lecture others about it . "
James: " I don't know . . . . . You will tell me another story and then I will picturize Olivia in my mind . I don't want to think of her . "
Grandma: " Ok . . . . . . . let me think for a while . . . . . . . .. Oh yes I have one . "
James: " What is it called ? "
Grandma: " I will tell you a story of my favorite writer and I have told you this story when you were a kid . "
