Cathy’s party was going well. Her great-grandmother had been brought over to the holiday village where they were all staying, and gazed placidly at the fare and hazards around her. She didn’t recoil at children’s screams anymore. She had asked Cathy what she wanted to be when she grew up and Cathy had said she wanted to be a confidence artist or a magician, like her brother. Cathy only said this because Great-Grandma Naomi had asked before, and when she said “a lawyer,” her great grandmother had wrinkled her face into a very strange and maybe weary smile. Now she closed her eyes and nodded. Cathy didn’t know whether she had been heard, and didn’t repeat.