“ It was too late for dignity now. „
Paul swallowed hard. “Edith… I promised Walter I’d deliver it if the time ever came. I wish it had never fallen to me.”
Ruth whispered, “Mama, please sit down.”
“No, I stood beside that man my whole life. I can stand a little longer.”
Paul nodded, taking a shaky breath.
Paul’s hands curled tight, knuckles white with memory. He looked down before he spoke, and for a moment I saw not an old man, but someone bracing himself for old grief.
