Joe L. Hensley, Now We Are Three
“ Mary's eyes shut again, the pain lines smoothed themselves, the tiny smile flowered.He reached out and touched the small hands on each side of the mother and the feeling for which there were no words came through more strongly than ever before. Tiny voices tried to whisper within the corners of his mind, partially blotted, sometimes heard. The real things, the things of hate and fear and despair retreated beyond the bugle call that sounded somewhere."She will die," the voice said; one voice for two. "This part of her will die." ”
