"Oh, a year....perhaps less. Depends whether I get this other job I have my eye on. You see, my boss says that....."

She did not hear the rest. She could only hear the voice of her own soul, and aunt Ann saying :

'Tomorrow you will live, you always cry. In what far country does tomorrow lie?'

A year... Perhaps less! Perhaps never. Tomorrow never comes. Tomorrow is too late because now I have Howard. I cannot wait for tomorrow. I have Howard.

"Jeremy!"

"Yes?"

"Last night I said I had something to tell you. Please lie down again. I can't talk to your back"

He lay down, his limbs...