Despite my own pain, I manage to smile. It's easier, isn't it? To put your own troubles behind you when another needs you. A change in focus, away from myself and onto another. I'm sure my mood will return, grief is like that, but for now, I can lock it away. So I listen as she lists the disappeared and I wonder, is there a place where we can remember them? They're not dead, but... The sisters would draw flowers and leave their toys in the places their protectors fell, even if the bodies were gone, looted, those small remembrances would remain.

But that's neither here nor, there. "Come on, then, my treat. I'd offer something stronger, but I'm no longer old enough to buy so a sugar rush will have to suffice."