The Butterfly The Snail

Author : Mary Sullivan Esseff
Publisher : Esf Publishing
ISBN 13 : 9781582830988
Total Pages : 406 pages
Book Rating : 4.8/5 (39 download)

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Download or read book The Butterfly & The Snail written by Mary Sullivan Esseff and published by Esf Publishing. This book was released on 2015-06-27 with total page 406 pages. Available in PDF, EPUB and Kindle. Book excerpt: A tenor's voice, passionate and pure, draws shy Rebecca Butler into the Studentenheim's crowded social room. Finished singing, Khalil Khoury notices her sitting alone, joins her, then notices no one else. Georgetown University's 1964 summer program opens; Salzburg's magic begins. The Butterfly & The Snail interweaves several heartfelt encounters, creating a fabric of love and intimacy that transforms their lives forever. On one outing, Rebecca loses her footing and tumbles down Untersberg Mountain. Khalil risks his life--and almost loses it--to save Rebecca from falling off the peak. Two days later, Rebecca discovers a newborn butterfly and then spies a snail picking its way up the path. These creatures come to symbolize this couple's extraordinary relationship. Relaxing on Gaisberg's hillside, Rebecca reveals the turmoil she's had to overcome to gain inner peace. Yet, she confesses, her heart's desire--love--has eluded her. When Khalil reacts with sympathy and compassion, she desires that powerful, mystical love radiating from within him. She asks, "How can I love like you?" His answer binds them together forever. Six weeks later, the program ends. As Rebecca says good-bye, Khalil hands her an envelope: "Not to be opened until out of Salzburg." Is this his auf Wiedersehen or the beginning of a deeper relationship? Discover if their magic continues beyond Salzburg. Chapter One: Sing A New Song Salzburg, Austria: July 1, 1964 A hush fell over the room. Immediately, a voice, passionate and pure, rose high, kissing the rafters, filling the room with a soft stream of lyrics: "Thi.. la wee . lek . fee . . neh roi . . yeh hah feen. ." The guitar began quietly, then the drum entered with definitive Middle-Eastern quarter tones, not overwhelming, but blending with the tenor's voice that achieved the highest notes with remarkable ease. The notes--fairies dancing atop a puff of air--wove lithely among the crowded tables until they found the shy red-haired young woman standing alone in the entranceway. Students and teachers clustered around tables blocked the woman's view of the singer at the far end of the social room. Even standing on her toes, she could see only the tips of the musicians' heads. The song caressed the young woman with tenderness, encircled her, held her in its arms, drew her into the room, guided her between the tables, lingering with her until she sat at a small empty table close to the others, yet still detached. Notes exploded like silvery fireworks, first into a spectacular crescendo, then sprinkled like fairy dust onto the sea of rapt faces. The final whispered note hung in its purity for an eternity, then softly dissolved into the stillness of the night.