But...
After all, the past Flossie Wright weighed heavily on them.
Pausing, Mother Wright murmured, "You don't have to defend him..."
"..."
Flossie was at a loss for words.
After a while, Flossie said a silent prayer for Rowdy Brightwill in her heart, then let go of his hand and said, "Then you go ahead and do it."
With that said, she didn't dwell on the matter, but returned to the couch, absentmindedly peeling an apple, her attention split between her task and the New Year's concert being broadcast on television.
"She doesn't seem like she's in trouble."
Dian Deacon patted mother Wright's shoulder and said solemnly, his eyes scanning Flossie back and forth, yet not detecting anything unusual.
Mother Wright widened her eyes in surprise. "How can she not be in trouble after everything she's been through?"
