A pause.
"Rosemary know?"
"I doubt it."
A longer pause. He could picture her up there, propped on three pillows with the paperback face down on her stomach, looking at the ceiling.
"Be careful with that family, honey," she said finally. "Grief makes people mean. I'd know."
"I know you would, Ma."
"I mean it. That woman's carrying a lot."
"I know."