Besides, there are no toys with which to play. Charles and Gertrude are excited. Each has a new blanket. Their joyous smiles are genuine. Here, it is a privilege.
Privileges are few.
Responsibilities are many. Gertrude goes inside to put on her sweatshirt. It is growing cooler, and every instinct tells her that her body already is vulnerable. We continue talking with them both but are interrupted by Gertrude's attempt to gain Charles' attention. She whispers something in a low voice, pointing to his chest.