“I don’t know how well you remember him, but your father was a very large man. As tall as Benedict and perhaps even broader in the shoulders. You just wouldn’t think that a bee . . .” She stopped, pulling out a crisp, white handkerchief and holding it to her lips as she cleared her throat. “Well, it was unexpected. I don’t really know what else to say, except . . .” She turned to her daughter with achingly wise eyes. “Except I imagine you understand better than anyone.”
and if i start sobbing? what then?
