On the rolling crest of a little green hill this bright October morning, they buried Barry Carlton. All day long in Haverton hospital some fifty miles away, young Penny Gibbs lay in her bed wondering why she couldn't be taken to his room to see him, and to wish him a happy birthday, even two days late. It's evening now, and the nurse comes to turn down Penny's lights, where she's asked again if she passed on her messages to Barry.