“Don’t say ‘sure’ that way. You don’t know until you’ve had three children and lost all but one.” “Never going to have any,” said Jim. “You just say that.” “I know it. I know everything.” She waited a moment. “What do you know?” “No use making more people. People die.” His voice was very calm and quiet and almost sad. “That’s everything.” “Almost everything. You’re here, Jim. If you weren’t, I’d given up long ago.” “Mom.” A long silence. “Can you remember Dad’s face? Do I look like him?” “The day you go away is the day he leaves forever.”
