And as soon as she was quiet again: "What is there for me to do?
Why Joe, of course--and heaven knows he'll be enough.

He's the hardest kind, he doesn't cry, he keeps it all inside of him." She drew a deep breath.

"How about this room ?" She frowned and looked around her.
"No, I don't think he wants anything changed.

For the present at least, I'll leave it alone.

But he ought not to be reminded of her by every little thing he sees." She looked into the closets.