Chapter 19

Then I recited the line, “‘From the sun that ‘round me roll’d—’” I turned to him. “How does the next line go?”

“‘In its autumn tint of gold—’ Yes. I thought those lines would resonate with you.”

“Yes,” I said, puzzled. “Though I don’t know why—”

“Don’t!” George admonished, taking and squeezing my hand. “Just let it—let it sit in you.”

I laughed. “Okay.”

“‘Of a demon in my view—’” I added, looking at George. Then I chanced a question: “What’s that about?”

That was when George looked at me—I mean reallylooked at me—and nodded, as if to himself. I could almost hear him thinking, Oh, you’ll see. I didn’t challenge him on this, but looked back at the view.It isvery beautiful, I thought. And perhaps that was enough—for me, anyway.

Then we got up and headed along the path.

Just as we left the cliff face and were going back through the field to the car, George paused and pointed upwards.

“Look!”