Janice said, “My husband… was his death… unpleasant?”
“He died in some pain,” Cabe admitted. “But it did not last. I was with him… with him at the end.”
Janice nodded. “He spoke highly of you. He said… he said you had known each other in the war. He would not tell me anymore. Can you?”
“Yes,” Cabe said. “I think so. I think I can do just that. I’m gonna tell you all about Jackson Dirker, ma’am, the finest and bravest man it has ever been my pleasure to know…”