"The doctor gave up fightin' long ago." Kenny went to his room filled with pity and disgust.
Gusts of wind and rain battered at the orchard blossoms the next day and the next.

Kenny found a tuning outfit in a closet and spent his days with Joan tuning the Craig piano.

He was grateful in the gloom of dark wood and dust for the fantastic thing of lavender she wore.

It was like a bit of iris in a bog, he told her, and was sorry when he saw her glance with troubled eyes at the dust and cobwebs.
The river ran high and brown.

The horn beneath the willow was silent.
Each night Adam Craig sent for his guest.