Francis came up at seven-thirty.
He knocked twice on the connecting door and Sarah opened it and he came through into the room where Emma was awake now and sitting cross-legged on the bed with the second of her new books open in her lap and the rabbit beside her and the particular focused expression she wore when reading something she'd decided was worth her full attention.
She looked up when Francis came in.
"Thirty-one million people watched you," she said.
He stopped. Looked at Sarah.
"She heard me tell Jenna," Sarah said.
Francis looked back at Emma. "Yes," he said.
Emma considered this for a moment with the seriousness she brought to large numbers. "That's more people than live in Alaska," she said.
"By quite a lot," Francis said.
Emma nodded slowly as though filing this in t
