James nodded. He had just managed to get Becky into clean pants and stood, slinging the bag over his shoulder and her onto his hip. She whined sleepily. "How about a juice box, Beck? We'll get one for Thomas, too."

He headed for the kitchen, retrieved two juice boxes from the ridge he had helped Ella shop for two years ago and gave one to Becky. He settled in the back seat next to Amanda, Becky in his lap. He stared out the window for a few moments, closed his eyes, and sighed, "Let's go."