“And Ky.”
“Ky, of course,” Hildegarde amended. “Where is she now?”
“Down there, in the shade of the redwood. There, don’t you see?”
Hildegarde shook her head. “Not very well.” She wiped away her tears. “But that’s how I kept seeing life all the way home. You and the great discoverer and I.”
Bella had stood up. “You’re as blind as Ky!”
“Why do you say that?” Hildegarde asked miserably, with a sudden sense of desertion. “What do you see, then?”
“Louis Cheviot coming across the lawn.”