Cissie held him quietly, letting him try to gather himself again. She was a little grateful that he didn't seem to want or expect her to have an answer for him--she didn't have one, and didn't know what to say. She wanted so badly to make this easier--better--for him, but she wasn't sure anything could, except time. So she held him and didn't say anything, just continued stroking his hair and rubbing his back and being with him.

It didn't seem fair, that things had to be this way.

When Bart finally pulled away and offered to show her pictures, Cissie smiled back at him sincerely. "Of course I want to see."