WILLOCK 44

My thoughts about the princess seemed to just not let me quite concentrate on anything. It had still been almost a week since that day, and I still felt the same speech and talk as if it happened yesterday or today. It was as if something in me, a piece or sort of that kind of thing, was missing; it was, of course, missing. I could not concentrate on the piano as much; I just needed time alone, and it seems Amir respected that too, for he did not tease me again about the princess or tell me anything about it.