A Cold Season In Shanghai. S.P. Hozy

object itself was worth. The house, in the style of a pagoda with a willow tree beside it, the curved bridge over the river and the two doves in flight came to signify a special place for me where love and friendship were forever enshrined.

      I would see Lily many times after her marriage, but the fact was I viewed it as a point of separation, like a wall being erected between us. Lily was going to a place I would never know and could not share. I did not yet know where I was going, but I felt instinctively I would be going there alone.