87-Pebbles
"And this is a picture of me brothers and I throwing pebbles into the pond. Oh we had so much fun that summer!" Daphne laughed at the memory.
Martin took the photo from her and his eyes welled with tears. "That's nice Daphne. Thanks for showing it to me."
Her hand went to his arm. "Mr. Crane, are you all right?"
"I was just thinking about Hester. She would have loved that story, and you."
Now it was Daphne smiled through her tears. "Why? Because I'm your physical therapist?"
Mr. Crane nodded and hugged her. "No. Because you're you, Daphne."