“Chilly out here.”
“Not too bad. Supposed to warm up tomorrow, stay nice for a while.”
“I hope so. I always feel better when the sun shines.”
“So do I.”
Neither of us said anything more for a time. Feeling welled up in me, sudden, sharp, and I straightened from the railing and turned her and held her again, the way I had inside after she told me.
“I love you,” I said.
“I know,” she said. “I love you.”
“We’ll get through this. It’ll be all right.”
“I know that, too.”
We kept holding each other, tight, tight, and I looked up once more at all those bright glittering anonymous stars.
Don’t let her die, I thought. You hear me up there?
You better not let her die.
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