EpilogueA heavy silence hung over them both after Uncle Ben sat back, the story ended.
Henry eyes fell on his uncle's hands, clasped together, the liver spots large, and for the first time he realised that this man, whom he barely knew, had lived a life, known both happiness and suffering, and been brave enough to recount the story of what happened in Darley Dene. Such thoughts brought feelings of respect to Henry, for this man who seemed so weighed down with the re-telling
After a few moments, Uncle Ben stood up, taking away the cups to wash them under the running tap. Henry watched his back. He had so many questions, but how to begin? The story proved a painful process, so Henry decided to wait. At the right moment, Uncle Ben would take up the conversation once again.
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