She came close and reached out a faltering hand. "John, don't do what you'll be sorry for."
"I never have."
"When Fabian was born, you remember what you said? You said: 'Life's worth living now.'"
"Yes, but what did I say when Carnac was born?"
"I didn't hear, John," she answered, her face turning white.
"Well, I said naught."