Mama is waiting for her when she steps out into the twilight.

"Oh, good." Her mother stuffs cleanser into her hands. "Come help me with the graves back in the trees before it gets dark. It's supposed to rain tomorrow, and I won't be able to then."

Kagome dies a little inside. Those graves are old and creepy, and Grandpa's stories about the evil spirit buried there were always scary. But all she says is, "Sure, Mama."

"Great." Mama smiles. "We can chat about you and Sesshoumaru while we clean."

Her head snaps around. "What!"

"You heard me."

"Mama, no."