Theodore Chasseriau Apollo and Daphne painting

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ought to go on Jay’s—on the headstone.” Her mother tilted her head politely. “In his strength,” Mary said. Her mother looked still more polite. “In—his—strength,” Mary said, more loudly. Christ, I don’t think I can stand this, Andrew thought. “Because that was the way it happened. Mama. Just so suddenly, without any warning, or suffering, or weakness, or illness. Just—instantly. In the very prime of his life. Do you see?”
Her mother patted her knee and took her hand. “Very appropriate, dear,” she said.
“I think so,” Mary said; she wished she had not spoken of it.
“It is, Mary,” Andrew assured her.
“Why didn’t you answer when I asked you?”
“I was just thinking about him.”
There was a silence; Catherine who had still held her trumpet hopefully extended, turned away.
“He was thirty-six,” Mary said. “Just exactly a month and a day ago.”