Sarah watched the interview at six on the hotel room television.
Emma was asleep by then, worn out from an afternoon of actual city, Colton had taken her and Sarah to a bookstore two blocks from the hotel and Emma had moved through it with the focused intensity of someone conducting an important operation, pulling books from shelves and reading the first pages and making decisions with the seriousness of a person allocating a limited resource carefully. She'd come back with four books and had read one and a half of them before sleep took her mid-sentence, the book still open on the pillow beside her face.
Sarah had propped her up properly and taken the book and put the rabbit in its place and come back to the chair by the window and turned the television on low and watched Francis talk.
