wonderful," Curtis said in a hushed, solemn voice.
"You're wonderful," Nick agreed, a hollow echo.
"I can't seem to realize it. Uncle Johnnie—dead."
There was silence, except for the brisk snapping of the fire. Then she lifted her head.
"Forgive me. I'm all-right now. But sometimes—I have felt as if he were the one person in the world who—understood me—and now I—I"
The end
