we stepped off the bay deck into a wide hallway to the terminal building . and oh god , there goes the worst of them now , shuffling slowly down the corridor of daisy . she was supposed to join us many years ago . i would have liked just to sit and hold her , thinking of nothing , but duty called . there 's a second or two of dead air and then , `` who is this ? '' `` sugar , you 're allowed to feel any damn way you want . '' 