A precursor of shock came over the girl’s face as she realized he isn’t going to remember me . But in that moment, and because of that look, Richard knew her. Genuine delight came into his face. "Sue!" he exclaimed, and then—for sometimes it paid to be the family genealogist—corrected himself: "Zula!" And then he stepped forward and hugged her carefully. Beneath the layers, she was bone-slender, as always. Strong though. She pulled herself up on tiptoe to mash her cheek against his, and then let go and bounced back onto the heels of her huge insulated boots.