She seems happy. And I can only be glad. She makes the best and the most of life. She is vigorous, energetic and ambitious. I can but admire her. I see her in her too. I’m not sure that I have the same capacity for happiness. I am a quieter sort, more inward. Not always a good thing if happiness is one’s goal. Must it be so? I think peace is preferable. A steadier kind of experience, I think.
They are in the same hospital. I hope she persists as he told her to and gets to see him.
