"Not quite twenty-two."
"And how old was father?"
"Twenty-six. Almost twenty-seven."
"Were you very much in love with him?"
Esther let her work fall from her hands into her lap, and looked out across the room over her daughter's head. The passing of the years had not dimmed the love light in Esther's eyes nor faded the glow of the love look on her face.
"I can't tell you how much I was in love with him. He was the whole world to me."
"More than your own father and mother?"
"Yes, more."
"More and different?"
"Yes, more and different."