‘It is not right! I think Guy’s soul has died!’
Mollie smiled at me:
‘You are not changed so much, really,’ she said, and touched
my hand. And then John stirred and cried, and I picked him up
again, and laid my cheek against his, and I felt that I had John,
and that he was life for me.
Mollie said:
‘You are lucky, Helen, to have that baby!’