A sweet sadness wells up in her as she remembers the sound of Toro composing music in his bedroom. Now there is a constant, nagging quietness in the house.
Without Toro to help around the home, Addie's yard has become brown and overgrown. There is nobody to tell her things will get better, nobody to take her to the grocery store. "I miss him asking how I feel," she says, looking out the window as if he might come strolling up. "He gave me hope."