I stood outside in the sunlight and looked in at him lying still in the dark room and tried to think of ways I might be kinder. I thought of him lying there alone dreaming old Uncle Julian dreams, and I went into the kitchen and said to Constance, “Will you make Uncle Julian a little soft cake for his lunch?” “She’s too busy now,” Charles said with his mouth full. “Your sister works like a slave.” “Will you?” I asked Constance. “I’m sorry,” Constance said. “I have so much to do.” “But Uncle Julian is going to die.” “Constance is too busy,” Charles said. “Run along and play.”
