"O God, show me the way!"
"If there was a chance, you think I'd be spoiling things for gramaw? But there ain't, mama—not one."
"I keep hoping if not before, then after the war. With the help of Mark
Haas—"
"With the book in her drawer, like always, and the entries changed once in a while, she'll never know the difference. I swear to God she'll never know the difference, mama!"
"Poor gramaw!"
"Mama, promise me—your little Selene. Promise me?"
"Selene, Selene, can we keep it from her?"
"I swear we can, mama."
"Poor, poor gramaw!"
"Mama? Mama darling?"