Rosita doesn't flinch away from the display of temper; she watches as Dinah works her way through it, touches all the places Rosita knows she has reminders, as she recounts the last time they saw each other.

Rosita has lost so many people that she knows exactly how to do it these days; she has no idea how to get one back and for a moment she just stands, stupid, fingers flexing and relaxing.

Then, all at once, like a switch flipping it seems to hit home: "Can I hug you?" she asks, her voice thick.