The bed and the small dinner table are now in place. The walls are bare, painted matte white. On the bedspread, embroidered with flowers, a woman lies peacefully with her arms folded and her eyes shut.
The woman is now holding a letter in her right hand. At the bottom of the page, her penmanship is almost complete:
This is the letter
You have so greatly loved
It was intended for me
When I do write
Along similar lines
I hope you find this as touching as I have been at the start
Thoughts and actions speak louder than words: I also want to say
I am at the end of my strength
I have almost nothing left