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He got home from work at eight, the same age she had just turned last week. They had about an hour before the MET closed and it would take twenty minutes to get there from the apartment. But he had promised her. The museum was empty yet the buzz of glowing stone bodies created a comforting warmth. Romanesque figures, gallivanting knights, and samurai roamed each vaulted room. The girl gazed up at her father and the statuesque warriors. He gazed at his phone, answering an email from work. So she wandered into the next room to study Madonna and the Child.