We sat together for a while and she squeezed my hand.
"Remember how she squeezed my hand today when I was talking to her?"
I squeezed her hand and didn't know what to say.
I squeezed his hand and moved to stand behind him.
He squeezed her hand and went on to answer the door.
He squeezed her hand, then let himself out the front door.
She squeezed my hand, and for just a moment things were again as they had been so many years before.
She squeezed his hand as another face came into view.
She squeezed his hand back, but the fear in her eyes was no less.
As she squeezed my hand, we looked at each other.