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There wasn't much to Mrs. Lewis. She probably hadn't been tall, even in her youth. Perhaps 4'10" and maybe eighty pounds, she lay dwarfed in her hospital bed. Although over ninety and in failing health, her wispy white hair was handsomely curled around a smiling face as wrinkled as a dried apple. A crocheted bed jacket of pastel blue covered her narrow shoulders.

Blind, but not yet deaf, she looked up at a gentle knock at the door. Since Mrs. Lewis got few visitors, it was more than likely Dylan. Setting the blood pressure gauge aside, Kate crossed the floor to let him in.

"Is that you, Julian?" Mrs. Lewis' voice was quavering and reedy, yet strong. Milky blue eyes searched the room for her visitor. "Clara's here, come and say hello."

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"No it's alright. Don't trouble yourself," Mrs. Lewis assured him, blinking away her tears and offering a fragile smile. "The War took many things, but we managed our moments of happiness."

She began couching, and Kate offered her a cup of water with a straw.

"Thank you, Clara," she said, having wet her throat again. "Tell me how are the boys? Radio and the others. Whatever became of the little fellow you had with you?"