They had put a rollaway bed in Joan's room and Charity had changed into a pair of black sweats and a black t-shirt revealing the cuts and bruises and the burns. Helen walked in. "Good night girls," she said.
"Night," Will replied, behind her.
"Night Mom, Dad," Joan said.
"Night Mr. and Mrs. Girardi," Charity replied.
Helen and Will smiled. "Call us by our first names," Helen said.
Charity nodded and watched them leave. Joan turned out the light.
"Joan," Charity said.
"Yeah?" Joan asked laying down on her pillow.
"You're really lucky to have a family this great."
Joan smiled. "Yeah," she said.
"Good night," Charity said.
"Night."
Charity closed her eyes and fell asleep. Joan rolled over and faced her alarm clock, the red lights flashed GOOD NIGHT. She blinked and the clock showed the time again. She rolled over onto her back and looked up at the ceiling. "Good night, God," she whispered.
"Hmm?" Charity asked.
"Never mind."
She rolled over and smiled to herself and then closed her eyes.