Eve is on her way with a sprig of plum blossom to the abandoned church across the meadow. Tommy does not come. He has said nothing, but she knows that the sight of the grave and, later, of Jeannie Eliza, on the headstone is unbearable to him
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Sometimes a piece of writing is so pure, so true, it is almost painful to read. At the risk of sounding like a sentimental old bat, it was hard to read this story without regular recourse to tissues.