silently, as motionless as if they held between them a brimming cup that must not be spilled.
Nothing told Ellen what to do. Feeling infinitely unwanted, infinitely alone, she stood there stupidly, not moving, until they lifted their faces to her, calling her down, telling her how they had missed her.
"Look! Nick picked all my narcissus for you!"
"Ellen, precious, you look tired to death!"
"I'll keep her in bed tomorrow morning, Nick."
She saw the white flowers with their vermilion-rimmed golden centers with crystal clearness, she heard Nick's voice and Christabel's as if she had never really heard before. Christabel's hand was through her arm, Nick's hand crushed her fingers. It is all right, she told herself, not believing. They love me and I love them. It's all right. Nick is here.
I'm all alone
No, no! Nick is here!
I'm alone.
