“Perhaps,” she began again, “it’s partly because I knew him so well—being his big sister. I washed him as a baby, for instance.” She chuckled, and then frowned. “As well as anyone did, except for your mother. Like I said, they just fiteach other. It was really quite beautiful.” Aunt Jenny blinked several times and had to pause. “It—reminded me of Donald and me.”
“A great love,” Garner suggested.
“Yes. Yes, it was.” She turned to him. “And that’s why they wanted to be alone, just for a few days.” She reached out and squeezed his hand. “Though you were a very good little boy.”
Garner cringed slightly, but said nothing.
“I think,” his aunt continued, “that Janet fascinated me. She was so—unusual, so much herself. I admired that, I think.”
“Unusual?” Garner prompted.