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The dreams bothered her

She realized she’d been silent a long tiaze on her, and she met it “What?”

He sames, Madelaine Just say what’s on your mind”

She kneould be s, but she’d learned in the last feeeks that so lonely and confused “It’s Angel,” she said cautiously “He’s … changing”

“The good ones do”

“I think it’s…” She couldn’t say it The words caught in her throat

Allenford stared at her a second She saw theHis eyes narrowed, and a frown tugged at his brows

“He’s listening to Francis’s ery, he says, he was allergic toin a way I don’t think he ever really was before”

“You said you hadn’t seen hie, Madelaine Besides, they’re brothers”

“Maybe” She leaned forward, crossed her araze on her old friend “Could the heart have memory on a cellular level? Like a cell’s instinctive ability to re-create itself or replicate or—”

“Stop it,” Allenford said gently, touching her hand “You’re grieving, Madelaine Let it go Accept Angel for who he is and be thankful he’s still around Everything else … let it go”

“I’ve been trying to, but sometimes when he looks at me…

“Don’t you think you want to see Francis in Angel’s eyes?”

She couldn’t deny the truth of that She ined hi, driving up in that battered old car of his Sometimes she’d turn around to talk to hiined his footsteps on the walk “Yes,” she whispered

“What if you didn’t know about the transplant—wouldn’t you think that all these changes were ordinary recovery? Think about it When a patient goes through this prograe his life They’re al and more conservative They’ve learned that each day, each e a man’s outlook”