That makes me talented; that makes me lucky. It doesn't make me good." Well, doesn't it?" she had asked him."No. 'Good' is a measure of skill. I might...not have any skill. Just talent. And talent isn't something you earn or create, it's something you just get given. Or not. Something is only 'good' when you have to sweat over it."She had to disagree. She had seen some of his paintings, and they were good. He did not constrain himself by style; one piece might be in the spare calligraphic lines. She hadn't even stopped to think about her kids. Her children were the planet that her moon orbited, but Steve was the sun at the center of her universe. The children would grow up and leave but the sun; the sun was the source of life.Her vision narrowed further, her rational brain knew that Bill couldn't stop her, but primitive brain insisted on physical action. Pausing about twenty feet away, she said, "Bill, that's Steve in there, I've got to see him, take care of him. I can't let him. More

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