“You’re sad,” Harvey said. “I can see that.” “What I feel is not quite sadness,” Mrs. Griffin replied. “And it’s not much solace, either, I’m afraid.” “What’s solace?” Harvey asked. “It’s something soothing,” Mrs. Griffin said, getting to her feet. “Something that heals the pain in your heart.” “And you don’t have any of that?” “No, I don’t,” Mrs. Griffin said. She reached out and touched Harvey’s cheek. “Except maybe in these tears of yours. They comfort me.” She sighed as she traced their tracks with her fingers. “Your tears are sweet, child. And so are you.
