Chapter XXVIIIThey lay together now and did not speak and the Colonel felt her heart beat. It is easy to feel a heart beat under a black sweater knitted by someone in the family, and her dark hair lay, long and heavy, over his good arm. It isn't heavy, he thought, it is lighter than anything there is. She lay, quiet and loving, and whatever it was that they possessed was in complete communication. He kissed her on the mouth, gently and hungrily, and then it was as though there was static, suddenly, when communications had been perfect.
'Richard,' she said. 'I'm sorry about things.'
'Never be sorry,' the Colonel said. 'Never discuss casualties, Daughter.'
'Say it again.'
'Daughter.'
'Will you tell me some happy things I can have for during the week and some more of war for my education
