“He cost us dearly,” Charles said. His suit was gray, and Dorothy’s coat was black. The umbrella was black and the rain was gray.
“He was very dear to us,” Dorothy said. The upright stone was gray. All the stones were gray and upright in the emerald grass, and the rain darkened them to black.
“Desperately valuable,” Charles said. “If only I could have given enough.”
“Oh, Charles. If only I knew why.”
“If only we knew why.”
He held the umbrella over them as seas fell around them, and seas rose within them.