I Will Go Gently – Susan McDonough-Wachtman
Walter squinted out at the lake. “I don’t think so.”
“I think he did.”
“Did you see it?” Ellen had the sight, but to Walter’s constant exasperation, she made no distinction between things she saw and things she saw.
He looked at her. Her eyes were on her knitting. “How could you know, Ellen? You’re not even looking at him.”
“I just know.”