She grinned, but her eyes were sharp. She'd been quieter since Billy's death, even if she'd never admit it.

He was holding what looked like a cookie that was already half-eaten. Crumbs dusted his shirt.

He jerked his head toward the open door. Through the screen, you could hear the low murmur of two women's voices, one bright and rapid, one softer, with a warmth that carried even from inside.