"Remember?" Marian asked. She had a child's expectancy.
Norbert nodded. He stood at the foot of her bed in his shapeless khaki.
Marian's blue eyes were so pale now.
It wasn't the morning light splashing
into the unpainted rough pine siding of the attic. It was
Marian's eyes.
They were washed pale now. There were creases and
blotches and sagging skin, but out of the midst of the ruin of her face
were those familiar eyes. She could tell the best stories.