human
We'll fight this down--we'll fight this down, she kept repeating determinedly. And as soon as she was quiet again:
gpt
What is there for me to do? Why Joe, of course--and heaven knows he'll be enough. He's the hardest kind, he doesn't cry, he keeps it all inside of him. She drew a deep breath.
human
How about this room? She frowned and looked around her.
gpt
No, I don't think he wants anything changed. For the present at least, I'll leave it alone. But he ought not to be reminded of her by every little thing he sees.