There was no one waiting for her that I could imagine.

I did not understand who she was speaking to in that soft, careful voice, and I stood in the rain a moment longer, and then I looked into the room.

Chapter 4 — My Father on a Cot

My eyes adjusted slowly to the dim light, and they found, in the corner of that miserable room, an elderly man lying on a narrow cot.

Half his body was slack and unmoving.