Rhonda nods, looking faraway and serious. Grace kneels to tie her shoelace, looking for Tish, who is closer than she thought, sitting on a fireplug with her jar full of light. She kept her eyes closed when she said that it was his medicine, then kissed Grace on the forehead, tucked her in and shut the lights. Grace walks over to Tish and taps her shoulder. Wait, Grace, wait.
Grace cocks a hip and stares.
Momma didn't call us yet. Tish gets up and twists her face. She walks as slow as she wants to. You know it's time. And don't even be getting an attitude.