He put down his roll and reached over and took her gnarled hand, stroking the back of it with his thumb. "I'm trying to tell the child something only you and I can understand. How good it is to be old."
I watched her face go from being startled by his gesture to being pleased that he had somehow joined her side against me. Then she seemed to remember. She drew back her hand.
"We'll die," she said.
"Yes," he said. "But we'll be ready. The young ones never are."
I watched her face go from being startled by his gesture to being pleased that he had somehow joined her side against me. Then she seemed to remember. She drew back her hand.
"We'll die," she said.
"Yes," he said. "But we'll be ready. The young ones never are."
( Katherine Paterson )
[ Jacob Have I Loved ]
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