"Yes, Richard."
"Did you just wake up?"
"Wake up? You mean I've been dreaming, Richard. Those wasps—"
"Darling, do you want it straight?"
"You don't need to ask that, Richard."
I told her then—everything I suspected, everything I knew. When I stopped speaking, she was silent for ten full seconds. Then her voice came to me vibrant with courage.
"We can't live forever, Richard."
"That's what I've been thinking, darling. And you've got to admit we've had the best of everything."
"Some people I know would call it living," she said.
"Darling?"