"People ... faces mostly. People I've known."
"Oh," she said.
"Do you remember Lola Navarro?" he asked.
"No," she said. The darkness of the room, pierced at either end by the window and the door, seemed to tremble as a breeze came through.
"You were just married when Lola lived here with me," he said.
"I remember," she said, half-remembering. It felt good to be able to speak, to say anything at all.
"Do you remember how well she rode?" He paused, the dark room bothering him. "I miss Caterina..." he said, and his coughing started again and she held the glass, making an effort to steady her hand.
Presently, she asked, "Are you asleep?"
"No."
"I thought you'd fallen asleep."