"Yeah, of course." That's the easy part. It's a given that they'd take care of their own, and that means their friends' kids.

Someday, they're gonna have to actually talk about the things that are wearing at Tara. It's come out in bits and pieces, clawed out along the way slowly, but there's still shit that haunts her that she won't say.

Those skeletons are trying to creep forward now.

"Tara. Let's get the blood off you."