Amid all the confusion, some thoughful person brought two straightbacked chairs for Jackie and me to sit on and put them in the hallway. I sat immediately, before my legs could buckle.
For an instant, Jackie and I stared at each other across the emotional gulf between us. For all we knew, my husband was still alive; but the chances for hers, at best, were grim. People in the hallway ran crazily between us. Neither of us cried; our eyes weren’t even wet.
Time passed. We may have sat in those chairs for a few minutes or an hour or all day - we didn’t know.