Outside of Bea’s house, Dany looks up at the sun. The fiery ball is set inside of a big blue sky and shines down on her bruised and battered face. Shines down on the three of them. Her arms are shaking and the kid, now, is in front of Dany – tugging on her hand – an urgent question in her eyes. But Dany can’t tell her, can’t find the words to explain to Mac about Bea. Shame burns inside of her. She’s let Bea down.
Bea has been like a grandmother to Mac – and now, Dany’s let her down.
Mac stares at her solemnly. But her eyes keep flicking from Eva to Dany to the house. She wants to know about Bea.
Eva is the one to tell her.
“Aw, Little Rabbit, Bea’s not up for a visit just now,” Eva says. “But she’s got a couple of new friends. Mister Sharps and Mister Pointy.”
Mac, running tiny f
