It seemed to her at moments as though she could not have them here.
She knew what they were waiting for now.

It was nearly the end of October, and the day which both dreaded was nearly at hand, the anniversary of her death.

They spoke not a word to each other about it, except once when Joe said gruffly: "There's a bad time coming for both of us.

Let's try not to be morbid about it." As it drew nearer she felt, she must speak.

She felt how this unspoken name of her sister would keep rising, rising, between them for the rest of their lives.