“How is he?” he asked. “I’m afraid he’s going to live.” “You don’t mean that.” “More than you’d think. Do you realize what this is doing to Brittany?” “What ‘what’ is doing to Brittany?” “Dismas, she feels like she killed this boy.” “Don’t say that. I mean it, Susan, don’t say it out loud, even to me. Or anybody else. Brittany had nothing to do with that.” “She thinks she did, if Moses in fact—” “Susan. Stop! Really. We’re not talking about that. You remember what I told you last night. It’s off-limits, period. And we do know what Moses did. You told me he said he’d gone fishing, so he went fishing.” “Brittany doesn’t believe that. And I’m not sure I do, either. You know the last time he went fishing before Sunday? Got to be a couple of years, at least.” “That’s the way fishing is. You go a year, two years off, then you go out again. Especially if something’s happened to your little girl and you need to cool off and think about things.”
