As she contemplated her next move in the name of the Fourth Estate, she automatically asked forgiveness from whatever God could allow this degree of human devastation and reached for his little arm. Then she pinched him. Hard. A moment of stunned silence was quickly pierced by the shrill wail and shocked tears of a grieving child, probably shriller than they would have been twenty-four hours earlier. Betty jumped back and Hump moved in for his shot.
