In June, on a Sunday, Ethan says something she writes down immediately. They are on the balcony — the Gràcia balcony that has been the right size for two and is now slightly crowded with three children and two adults and the various objects that accumulate around small children, but which retains, in the evening light, the quality it has always had. The Barcelona evening below, the jasmine building across the way in its full summer bloom, the city doing what it does on Sundays when the pressure of the week has lifted. The twins are asleep. Clara is reading inside with the particular focus of a person who has decided that Sunday evenings belong to books. It is rare, at forty-eight with three children and a practice in its fourteenth year, to have a Sunday evening on the balcony doing nothing specifically. She has been learning, since the twins arrived, to receive these windows of ordinary quiet with the same
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