We helped Sophie to her seat. How he could make that statement was utterly unbelievable to me, but he always attempted to smooth over a delicate situation. I mean, I seen on the TV, last Wednesday, possibly Tuesday, this here Italian woman of the age of fifty-six gave birth to triplets which under any circumstances is unusual, in the marvelous sense of that word. They dropped eggs in her easy as you please and nine months later she held them babies pretty as you please. We were so alike.
Memories are precious, so precious.
They carry us past the sad times, like a great boat across the night sea of sadness until another dawn, and there's always be another dawn. Yes, yes, it is so. And as much as I loved dear Henry, like a brother, dear Sophie, another soul shall enter your world. Not that any man could ever replace Henry Loftus, but you must go on. Henry would want you to go on.