I had not thought about Dil for years, yet her memory still burns bright and sharp, almost as if she were my own daughter.
Often when I ask women how many children they have had, they say something like, "Five. Three living, two dead," or "Six. Five living, one dead." So I myself have four. Three living, one dead.
Jack knew some of the crew thought he would catch it for sure, being around Stephen so much. Sometimes he thought it possible he might, despite everything he did know. He never cared.
He wondered if Stephen could hear him. It seemed like he could sometimes. Could Stephen heed Jack's pleas for him not to die?