When Dov finally came back into the bedroom after his first play of Ichigo, there were tears in his eyes. “It’s fucking beautiful, Sadie.” “It’s good?” she said. She wanted to hear him say it. “Good?” he said. “You crazy brilliant kid. You astonish me. You amaze me. To think, this little, tiny person can make something like this.” Dov let tears run down his face and he made no attempt to wipe them away. Seeing Dov cry made Sadie cry, too. She felt different than she had when she’d heard Marx’s reaction—Marx was a fan. With Dov, she felt nothing short of relief. She felt as if the tension she
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