Thomas sat down on my other side, wincing as he touched the lump on his head. ‘Harry,’ Thomas said. ‘Remind me why we keep hurling ourselves into this kind of insanity.’ I traded a smile with Murphy and said nothing. We all three of us watched as Charity, on the floor in front of the first row of seats, clutched her daughter hard against her. Molly leaned against her with a child’s gratefulness, need, and love. She spoke very quietly, never opening her eyes. ‘Mama.’ Charity said nothing, but she hugged her daughter even more tightly. ‘Oh,’ Thomas said. ‘Right.’ ‘Exactly,’ I said. ‘Right.’
