Sad news followed Ethpeal's birth. Lilibeth read me the letter, how Damon and Stella, still traveling in their seventies, both passed away in 1943 while working against the Germans in World War II. Pharo took his brother's loss hard, falling into a deep melancholy. Lilibeth's suggestion he move in with Winnifreth and the Ambrose sisters was accepted, and I was glad. He needed to feel useful, seventy-five but still hale and hearty as his father had been until the end. Losing Damon, though the older Hayle was often absent with his love Stella on one adventure or another, struck Pharo like nothing else had.
"Even losing Mum and Burdie wasn't this tough," he confessed as I helped him settle into his new room, shooing off the sweet sisters who tried to assist. "Damon just seemed..."
Invincible. "I know," I said, sorrow overwhelming me a moment as I hopped up into his lap and cried with him for the loss of his brother. "I loved him too."