"It would make it so much easier--if I could just remember that they aren't here--that they're WAITING--over there!" But David apparently did not hear.

He had turned and was playing softly as he walked away.

Silently the Lady in Black knelt, listening, looking after him.

When she rose some time later and left the cemetery, the light on her face was still there, deeper, more glorified.
Toward boys and girls--especially boys--of his own age, David frequently turned wistful eyes.

David wanted a friend, a friend who would know and understand; a friend who would see things as he saw them, who would understand what he was saying when he played.