"Just a body?" I stare at him a bit. "Does it talk?" And then I grin: "Our child would have been beautiful. Think of the things I could have taught it." It's an enjoyable and ridiculous thought. "I'm glad she's well. I thought I should have sent her something, too, but I didn't think Wanda would let her have it." What would I have sent her, anyway? Baby clothes? I shake my head against the grass.

"I feel the end of things rushing in, now. I am... glad you are here, for the time that is left."

I prop myself up on my elbows and look at him. "Yes," I tell him seriously. "I am, too. I think I - have to be." I don't understand all the things deep in me. "And I...wouldn't want you to be alone." I shrug, because I know I'm ridiculous.