Eva said, “You don’t know, what it’s—To have and to lose and have and lose over and over—” It did not take a big gesture to reach for her. She was, in the end, so close. Isabel took her in her arms and Eva pushed and sobbed and Isabel tugged and Eva pulled and then pushed and then held: twisted hands in Isabel’s shirt. She fit into Isabel’s neck. She fit perfectly. Isabel held her by the back of her head, held her by her ribs, shook and kissed what was near: her cheekbone, her ear, the dear line of her ear.
