“Aren’t I?”
“Oh, well, I never. Don’t you ever think of me? It’s always you, you, you.”
“But of course I think of you much more than you would believe possible. And you come to me in my dreams.”
“John!”
“Yes, dear. It’s true, even if I haven’t told you before.”
“How wonderful!”
“It is, and more than wonderful.”
He laughed, and there was a pause.
“No, it’s not comfortable, your holding both my hands.”
“Here is one back, then.”