Doane said approvingly as he leaned forward in his chair. “I’m glad. He looked like a demon, and Kevin is such a handsome boy.” “He’s no boy. He’s a man.” Eve corrected herself as she checked the final depth measurements. “He was a man. I’d judge him to be late twenties when he died.” “You’re trying to hurt me by reminding me he’s no longer with me.” Doane smiled gently. “You can’t do that when I know that you feel so deeply about your Bonnie. I’m sure you feel she’s still by your side.” Bonnie sitting leaning against the rollaway bed and talking to her. “Every now and then. Every parent who has lost a child clings to memories.” “It’s more than memories. Maybe it’s that way with you, but it’s different with Kevin and me. Sometimes a soul is so strong, it fights free.” He tilted his head as he once more leaned back in his chair. “You’re working very slowly today. I thought it would go faster after you got those voodoo markers out of him.”
