She drew her baggy jacket more tightly around her, but it did no good because the chill in the air was no ordinary chill.
Then the men in gray disappeared. Momo heard no soft but majestic music that night, as she so often did, but the next day life went on as usual.
She thought no more about her weird visitors, and it wasn't long before she, too, forgot them.
FIVE: TALL STORIES
As time went by, Momo became absolutely indispensable to Guido.
He developed as deep an affection for the ragged little girl as any footloose, fancy-free young man could have felt for any fellow creature.
Making up stories was his ruling passion, as we have already said, and it was in this very respect that he underwent a change.
In the old days, not all of his stories had turned out well.
Either he ran short of ideas and was forced to repeat himself, or he borrowed from some movie he'd seen or some newspaper article he'd read.
His stories had plodded along, so to speak, but Momo's friendship had suddenly lent them wings.
Most of all, it was when Momo sat listening to him that his imagination blossomed like a meadow in springtime.
Children and grown-ups flocked to hear him. He could now tell stories in episodes spanning days or even weeks, and he never ran out of ideas.
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