She laughed. Then she stopped laughing. She looked at his hands—young, strong, unscarred—and then at his eyes, which were the same old eyes she had known as a child. She screamed. She ran. She came back an hour later, drunk on bourbon, and pounded on his door.
"You lied to me," she said. "Or you're a ghost. Or I'm insane." The Curious Case of Benjamin Button -2008- HDRi...
"Please," Thomas said, handing over the bundle. "Take him. There's money. Enough for a lifetime." She laughed
It was on the tugboat that he met the love of his life—or so he thought. Her name was Elizabeth Abbott, a British diplomat's wife, nearly sixty, with silver hair and a laugh like cracked bells. She was traveling alone to Memphis, and she spent the entire four-day journey in the wheelhouse with Benjamin, drinking tea and talking about poetry. She was the first woman to kiss him—on the cheek, then on the mouth. "You have old eyes," she whispered, "but young hands." She screamed
"You should leave," Daisy said one morning. Her voice was calm, but her hands were shaking. "Not because I don't love you. Because I do. And I cannot watch you become a child while I become a crone."