I shuddered ans said, "I've got a lump too."
"Where?' she asked.
And I pointed to my throat, and she pulled me to her and held me, and I smelt the lavender that had escaped her shirts.
"Are you going to die?" I asked, and she laughed as if I'd told her a joke, and that laughter meant more to me than any No.
(When God was a rabbit)

Все хорошо, и это важнее, чем все остальное. Спасибо.