It was late afternoon when she lifted her head, a sudden light illumining her spent eyes.
“Frank—have they got your name on that billboard we can see from the front window?”
“Yes, beloved.”
“Big?”
“Yes.”
“Almost as big as Kane’s?”
“Yes, little lady of mine.”
“Frank—I want to see it.”
He started up with protest on his lips, but—
“Impossible!” formed on the nurse’s before he could speak.