someone different?â
âYes,â she said, though she didnât know why.
She turned her back and left the kitchen and Keane, and she went to town alone where she spent the day looking in shop windows at items she didnât need and still could not afford.
When she got home, she found the house quiet. The girls slept in their room and Keane in a chair by the window, a newsform on his lap. A covered plate in the coolbox made tears spring to her eyes again. She crept from the kitchen to stand in the living room doorway, watching him.
Then she went to his chair and stood. He opened his eyes.
âBecause Iâd miss you and the girls,â he whispered in answer to her earlier question.
âWeâd miss you too,â Marrin whispered back. âCome to bed.â
She went to the bedroom and got into bed, and Keane got in beside her. They lay in silence for a few minutes.
âIâm sorry Iâm not what you expected me to be,â he said at last.
âIâm sorry I expected something different.â
She heard him shift, felt the bed dip as he turned toward her. She waited for him to touch her, but all he said was, âGood night, Marrin.â
âGood night, Keane.â
Today
âGood morning, sir!â the medica chirped as she opened the blinds to let in the sun.
The poor man had fallen asleep by his wifeâs bedside, holding her hand. The medica smiled and moved closer to put her hand on his shoulder. She drew it back immediately with a small cry of surprise.
âOh, my,â she said as she ran for someone to come and help her.
Another medica joined her a moment later. âWhatâs wrong, Pimmie?â
She gestured. âTheyâre gone.â
âBoth of them?â
She nodded. âYes. She was ailing, but the young man seemed fine yesterday.â
The other medica moved closer. âShe was his grandma?â
Pimmie shook her head, remembering the conversation of the day before. âOh, no. She was his wife.â
The other medica looked more closely at the manâs face. âBut heâs Seveeran. They donât just die. They have to chooseââ
âAnd he chose,â said Pimmie, tears sliding down her cheeks. âHe chose to go. When she did.â
She smiled through the tears. âHe didnât want to be without her.â
âWell, now theyâre both in the stars,â said the other medica. âTogether.â
And as she turned to leave the room, Pimmie thought she heard a whisper, but when she turned back to listen, it had gone.
Good night, Marrin.
Good night, Keane. I love you.
I love you, too.
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