“Oneida, I wish you wouldn’t torture yourself this way. Come back with me.” Del held out long, skeletal fingers toward the diaphanous waif that he loved with all his heart, that is, if he still had one.
“Just a few more minutes. I like to hear their laughter.”
“We have laughter, too. It just takes a bit of adjustment.”
“I know.” She continued to stare wistfully at the people being whisked about on the rides. “You’ve told me before.” She turned towards him, a quizzical look on what was once her face. “How long has it been?”
“Since you arrived? Barely a decade, my love.”