What was most difficult was the abruptness of it all…
Seldom were the days that came unaccompanied by her smile and grace — yet there
was something always below the surface.
A fugitive glance or a transient look of…
something.
Was it distress?
Anguish?
Despair?
Those instances were far too fast to ever pinpoint but there was always
something quietly tragic in her smile…