“He raised the sheet in front of his chest, an almost protective gesture. “It comes.” Fear in his voice. “What comes?” “The sun.” I glanced at the closed drapes against the far wall. They were double thick, but a line of greyish light edged them. “You’ll be alright like this without your coffin?” “As long as no one opens the drapes.” He looked at me for a long moment. “I love you, ma petite, as much as I’m able.” I.”
