Maybe I should just tell Robyn to pack her things. Her’s and Molly’s. Maybe I should do the same. Pack Mike’s stuff, pack what we need from the house, get the hell out. Leave what we don’t need behind. But Joseph William Whalen is dead. It is the one constant in this situation that I know for certain to be true. Also, I’m still dealing with the overactive imaginations of children. Of course, my own imagination can be just as overactive. Take it from someone who still talks to her dead ex-husband and dead twin sister. Best to take a breath and try to figure this out rationally.
Robyn escorts the kids out to the art barn to work on some art projects. Although she doesn’t say anything about it, I know Robyn well enough at this point to know what she’s really doing is trying to divert
