"Would you like to talk about it now?" "I'm pretty worn out." "Would it help to pray about it?" he asked. "I could--" And she laughed a little, shaking her head. "If it's all the same to you--" "Sometimes it really does help," he said. "Not today," she said. Then she sniffed. "Look, I'll be fine in the morning. I just need some rest. I'm sorry if you were worried." "I didn't mean to put that on you--I have no business waiting for you to get home. You're an adult. I can't explain--it's just that I felt for them. The kids. And you--I just wanted to know you were okay." "Well, I'm okay, Noah. And the kids will get by. We talked about how we had to accept the way things are for a little while longer. We sang songs all the way to Redway in the car, just to keep their minds off things. I only had to put up with Arnie for three or four minutes, just long enough for him to tell me I'd better remember who's calling the shots here."