“Anything for the job, Amy?” said Lucille. She sounded faintly mocking. “I’m not Amy.” “You are what you eat,” said Lucille. “Oh, cute,” she said. “Very cute.”
“‘Lucy and Lesley,’” she quoted. “‘Love endures.’” “Or so I thought—at the time,” said the Widower. “Oh, something endures, but love doesn’t.”
Why, Amy, why? Why Amy? Why was it Amy? Why did you pick Amy? Why?