"He was asking for you." On a stretcher, waiting to be lifted into the ambulance, he found his father, lying white and still.
"Dad!" cried Barry, dropping to his knees beside him.

He put his arms around him on the stretcher, and kissed him on both cheeks and on the lips.

They all drew back from the stretcher and turned their backs upon the two.
"Barry, my boy.

Thank the good God! I feared I would not see you.

It's all right now.