Minute by minute, then hour by hour, then day by day. Work is solace," he said, "friends are comfort. Life is for the living. You and I know that, even though we spend so much time with the dead - maybe because of that we know we have to live. Chale has been a great help to me.""That's good," she said, thinking of the priest she'd suggested Morris talk to. "You can ... you know, anytime.""Yes." His lips curved. "I know. You're work, and a friend, so have been both solace and comfort.
J.D. Robb, Indulgence in Death
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