You can tell when someone is about to die. Their vessels constrict as blood pressure starts to fall, and the kneecaps get a little bluish. Louise made a few furtive coughs, almost like huffing. Then I heard a noise, a hiss, and she whispered, “I . . . I . . . love you. Good-bye.” Henry hadn’t moved.
The unfortunate truth about life is that sometimes there's so much beauty in death
