she said, catching her breath, sobered by a sad thought. “Do you ever think about if one of us…” “One of us, what?” “If one of us was, well, left on their own.” Bernard looked out of the window, pushing his hands into his dressing gown pockets. “I suppose I have done before, yes.” “And?” “It’s very sad, but there is little point in dwelling on the things we can do nothing about,” he said, his lips forming a heavy smile. “Besides, it’s a price I’m willing to pay.” “How do you mean?” “Well, I know that you can’t have one without the other,” he said, “and we’ll only be grieving for something
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