"There aren't a lot of people left," she admits, her eyes on Promise's reddish-brown hair. They don't need to get bogged down in the details today, though; she wants her thoughts to stay here, with the gentle gelding here, and maybe with possibilities for the future. So instead, she summons up the words to move away from what was to what could be. "You could meet my sister--you'd like her. Everybody does. And her husband's really nice."