“We can’t see Thomas and Timothy anymore,” her father insisted, “but they are not gone from our imaginations. When we think of them, we see them there.” “They’re just gone from this world,” Ruth said. (For the most part, she was repeating what she’d heard before.) “They’re in another world?” “Yes, Ruthie.” “Am I going to get dead?” the four-year-old asked. “Will I get all broken?” “Not for a long, long time!” her father said. “ I’m going to get broken before you are, and not even I am going to get broken for a long, long time.” “Not for a long, long time?” the child repeated. “I promise,
