It was quiet now, no talk, no sound, only the silent continuum of snow at the window and I wanted to make her see how beautiful it was, if not always, then at least for now, but whenIturned around she was asleep in her chair, her head flopped back, her arms dangling at her sides.
When all three of them were at the clinic together, Iturned to head back home, but Veata came out onto the deck and grabbed my elbow with her bony, birdlike fingers.