"And I—I love you, Lilly. Hold me tight. I love you."
"My baby."
"Lilly, will you be—angry if I ask you something?"
"What?"
"Why—do you cry in the night sometimes?"
"Why, Zoe! Do I?"
"You know you do. I can feel you crying, and sometimes when I touch your face—"
"Why, child—that's just my way. At night—things can be so real—so terribly real. It is something you cannot understand yet."
"Do I make you sad?"
"No! No! No! My light, my life."