did n't go to alfie 's funeral , but sent a card , henry thought , and loathed himself she was wringing her hands together , her eyes full of tears , and although she had put on weight at breast and hip , although her hair was now almost entirely gray , it was her , she was still she , but duddits ... oh boy , duddits ... henry looked at her , his arms wrapped around the old friend who was still crying his name .