“I love you, Iona,” said Bea. Iona wasn’t sure if Bea was talking to her, or to the memory of her, but right now it didn’t really matter. Either way, those words belonged to her, just as they’d always done, just as they always would. “Not as much as I love you, darling Bea,” she replied. “We’re the whole damn cake,” said Bea. “The whole damn cake,” echoed Iona.
