And her sister looked so relieved, the lines of pain all smoothed away.

Heavily drugged, she was nearly asleep.

Her hand felt for Joe's and closed on it, and with a little nestling movement of her soft lovely body she murmured smiling: "Oh, so tired and sleepy now." Again, in spite of her grief and fright, Ethel noticed how her sister's hand closed on that of her husband.

In the months and years that followed, she recalled it vividly so many times.
Joe sat there long after Amy was dead.
The doctor signed to Ethel to come into the living-room.
"Are you to be in charge ?" he asked.

She looked at him and shivered.
She felt a pang of such loneliness as she had never known before.
"I know nobody--nothing--I don't know how you arrange," she said.