Home. mother's silent hand-clasp of sympathy. Winnie's kind blue eyes. Judy's anxious, "Patsy darlint, ye've had no breakfast. Can't ye be ating a liddle bite? Ye must be kaping up yer strength. Don't grieve, me jewel. Sure and they tell me she died smiling. she's gone on a glad journey."
Pat was not grieving. Death was still incredible. Her family wondered at her calm.
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