Visander stepped up and took Phillip’s arm that Elizabeth wasn’t holding. The apple knife, still in his possession, dug its point into Phillip’s rib cage. He felt Phillip go very still. “Remarkable weather we’re having,” said Visander. There was a moment when he felt Phillip hesitate, and he pressed the knife in harder. “Well, uh, we couldn’t bear to be parted,” said Phillip, smiling weakly at Maxwell. “Young love,” said Maxwell, shaking his head ruefully.
