"I'm leaving with your sisters and Mrs. Fennel for Europe. It's our time to return to Hungary. We have family there. Don't worry. I'll speak with Ken Dolan and explain that my business is taking me away. I'll leave my return vague, and from time to time, I'll send you a letter or a postcard." He laughed. "Maybe even an e-mail. I don't like e-mail. I like the penmanship of a letter, something that you can keep pressed between the pages of a book.
"They don't realize what they're losing with all of this technology, Lorelei. Speed and instant gratification are no substitute for the deep experiences and lasting joy that once was, that I still have. You'll feel that, too. I have a feeling you won't forget the things I taught you. I think you'll teach them to your children, especially you're firstborn. I'm out of your life, but I'm not out of you."
Then he kissed me on the cheek, stroked my hair, and gazed down at me with those electric eyes that were so full of love.
