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Show 137 "She's a good woman." Hunt extended the statement to both of his boys. "She's a good woman. Like your mother." Leah patted Hunt's hand. "Is she going to die?" Sean asked. "We all die?" Leah said. "No; I meant ..." "I'm sorry," Leah said to Sean. "I know." She looked at Hunt. "It's hard to talk about," Hunt said. "It's hard to think about. Your Mom . . . your Dad . . . dying." "But ..." Sean was always the one wanting to get past nuance to truth, some statement. "Probably," Hunt said. "Grampa said she's not going to get any better. So -- yes; probably. What Grampa said the other day on the phone was: 'I can assure you of that.' So I'm going." "Are you going to watch her die?" Todd asked. "I want to be with her," Hunt said. "I want to be with her. And with Grampa. And with Uncle Rob and Aunt Marianna." Todd looked at Sean who was looking at Hunt. Would Todd's brother ever want to get on a plane and fly to him? "Well . . .!" Hunt said. He looked at his watch. "How's that sweetroll?" he asked Todd. "Fine," Todd said. "How's the sweetroll?" he asked Sean. "Okay, I guess." "How's yours?" |