“It’s a bit strange, I suppose, that I ended up marrying her sister. But it took over a year for me to recover and Elly moved away. At first, she used to come and visit me, but I could tell that seeing my injuries was painful for her. I think the eye bothered her less than my hand. Then she told me that she was leaving town. I noticed she had been putting on some extra weight and trying to hide it. I don’t remember feeling all that much. I’d had all my pain. I knew her sister for nearly three months before I realized that she was Elly’s younger sister. It wasn’t as if they were alike. The color of their hair perhaps, but nothing else. I saw Elly several times after we got married. There were never any problems. She had a good man. And we had never really gotten that close. I read in the paper a few years ago that Elly had died.”