"Yeah. That's enough."

Nevermind the nightmares, or the paranoia, or the dread of whispers - but that's always been there.

Almost absentmindedly, he scoops up a bit more mashed carrot and deposits it on Derry's nose, and blows on her face.

He had a second-cousin twice-removed once, who laughed every time anybody did that to her.

But you had to smile too, so he does that. Because, after all, babies are good for that sort of thing.