Gene turned from the window. I was going to say that you can't keep up the farm forever now that, well, you just can't. It's Okay to say that Ray is dead. It's been two years. Mary walked to the window and grasped his arm.
Life goes on.
I loved him, I still love him, and I miss him. Gene fixed his eyes upon the slashing rain as he spoke. She savored the word for a moment. He turned to her grimly, then laughed in spite of himself. Now let me get you a towel and a dry shirt before you drip all over my floor and catch pneumonia to boot.