She looked over at her bedside table, at the telephone there. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d used it. How long has it been since I knew anyone well enough to call, she wondered. It must be years. No wonder I’m… She shook her head to rid herself of the thought. You’re a good person, Miss Harkin.”
Jane felt a sweet pain in her chest. “Really?” she asked, her voice trembling a little. No! She watched them in silence for a long time. She looked at Peter especially, as though trying to divine from his sleeping form what sort of boy he was. Something about the tenderness with which he was holding Jane, and Jane’s apparently total trust in him, must have reassured her, at least somewhat, because she allowed herself a wistful smile to go along with her sigh.
