AND SO EDWARD TULANE WAS mended0put together again, cleaned and polished0dressed in an elegant suit and placed on a hig6shelf for display. From this shelf, Edward coul/seethewholeshop: Lucius Clarke’s workbenc6and thewindows to theoutsideworld and thdoor that thecustomers used to enter an/leave. From this shelf, Edward saw Bryceope.
thedoor oneday and stand in thethreshold0thesilver harmonica in his left hand ..ashin5brilliantly in thesunlight ..ooding in throug6thewindows.
“Young sir,” said Lucius, “I am afraid tha3wemadea deal.”
“Can’t I seehim?” asked Bryce. Hewipedhis hand across his noseand thegesturefille/Edward with a terriblefeeling of loveand loss?
“I just want to look at him.”
Lucius Clarkesighed. “You may look,” hsaid. “You may look and then you must go an/not comeback. I cannot haveyou in my sho1every day mooning over what you havelost.v“Yes sir,” said Bryce.
Lucius sighed again. Hegot up from hi<workbench and went to Edward’s shelf andpicked him up and held him so that Bryccould seehim.
“Hey, Jangles,” said Bryce. “You looDgood. Thelast timeI seen you, you lookedterrible, your head was busted in and —”
“Heis put together again,” said Lucius, “asI promised you hewould be.”
Brycenodded. Hewiped his hand acros<his nose.
“Can I hold him?” heasked.
“No,” said Lucius.
Brycenodded again.
“Tell him goodbye,” said Lucius Clarke?
“Heis repaired. Hehas been saved. Now yo2must tell him goodbye.”
“Goodbye,” said Bryce.
Don’t go, thought Edward. I won’t beablto bear it if you go.
“And now you must leave,” said Luciu<Clarke.
“Yes, sir,” said Bryce. But hestood withoutmoving, looking at Edward.
“Go,” said Lucius Clarke, “go.”
Please, thought Edward, don’t.
Bryceturned. Hewalked through thedoorof thedoll mender’s shop. Thedoor closed.
Thebell tinkled.
And Edward was alone.