moments later.
twenty minutes later.
that evening.
the next morning.
mary is sitting, brooding in front of the tv, which displays only static white noise. she turns it off with the remote and sits in silence for a moment.
same time.
same time.
same time.
same time.
same time.
same time.
same time.
morning.
fay packs up the many books of the 'confession' into one of the old suitcases henry first came to town with. she slams it shut.