Janey kneels by the headstone and lights a candle. Her demeanour tells George she knows he’s watching.
She hasn’t always done it, George would say if he talked to people. At first, she scared him she’d turned so wild. He might have expected it, given what he’d done. But he was too happy she’d returned.
Never lasted, though. Every time the leaves turn, Janey needs a boost. One of them gave her back her conscience.
She still looks like his Janey, but with every woman he’s put in her grave, Janey’s turned. They may well come for him this time.