“I come here every morning,” she said simply.
She had a cab waiting, and offered to drive Harmony back to the city. Her quiet almost irritated Harmony, until she had looked once into the woman's eyes. After that she knew. It was on the drive back, with the little darky on the box beside the driver, that Harmony got her answer.
Le Grande put a hand over Harmony's.
“I tried to tell you before how good I know you were to him.”
“We loved him.”
“And I resented it. But Dr. Byrne was right—I was not a fit person to—to have him.”
“It was not that—not only that—”
“Did he ever ask for me? But of course not.”
“No, he had no remembrance.”
Silence for a moment. The loose windows of the cab clattered.