“Sara-Jane, I’ve been looking all over for you.” Suzannah said in her usually resigned voice. “Papa’s dead.”
Sara-Jane held onto the railing, trying to take in what her sister had just announced. Her father was an unstoppable juggernaut that she imagined would outlive them all; to hear that he had in fact been stopped by something was hard to understand. She grabbed Suzannah’s hand and guided her toward the exit of the store, the desire to shop forgotten. Without a word she walked Suzannah to the rooming house; she sat her down in the sparsely-lit kitchen and waited for more.