Ulysses woke Alys up and she came and lay on the floor while Peg told her everything Glen had said. Alys, stoic as ever, took it in like a weather report. Peg cried, but not for herself. If you’d asked her who for, she couldn’t have said. Maybe simply for a young man who never grew old, that same old same old tale of war. Alys went over to her mother and held her. First time ever, it was. S’pose you could say that’s what Eddie gave them that night. And there, as the sun broke through the shutters, the ghost of Eddie Clayton was finally laid to rest.
