"If disaster strikes 'cause you've got a Drusilla-shaped blind spot...?"

She feared he'd be too soft on her. Maybe he wouldn't go so far as to deliver meals but she feared he'd have the capacity to look the other way. And he'd sounded so very defensive...

This was an easier fear to nourish than any other. Especially not the real and true fear eating away at the bottom of her gut. No, she thought. He couldn't have...