“I’ll phone Adele,” he said to Laurel. That was his sister in Mount Salus. “You can take him home tomorrow.” Still he did not turn to go back into the building, but stood there by the car, his hand on the door he had closed. He gave the drawn-out moment up to uselessness. She felt it might have been the hardest thing he had done all day, or all his life. “I wish I could have saved him,” he said. Laurel touched her hand to the window glass. He waved then, and quickly turned. “Thank you for nothing!” Fay screamed above the whirr of their riding away.
