Nora Sullivan listened to William Shaw's singing with a blissful expression.
Instead of stopping the tears, she cried even more delicately, "It's so beautiful, so beautiful! William, you sang to my heart!"
"Then why are you still crying? When you cry, I don't know what to do with myself!"
William Shaw, like a greasy leading man in a poorly made romance drama, stuck out his tongue and began to lick the tears from Nora Sullivan's eyes.
Like a dog licking frozen excrement in the winter.
Nora Sullivan felt tickled by the licking.
She wanted to laugh.
But she couldn't laugh.
Because she was a professional actress, how could she laugh off-cue?
"Nora... these are tears of joy! To know, understand, fall in love, and be loved by you, William! I really feel so happy! I'm so lucky! I'm the luckiest woman in the world!"
