Father stood motionless. Catherine stared at him. He slowly lowered himself to the ground and sat. Catherine swayed, shifting her weight from foot to foot. She closed her eyes and inhaled. She held her breath until it seemed as if she were not going to release it. She opened her eyes and howled a keening wail that rose the hairs on the back of my neck. She lifted Fabian’s head and looked questioningly into his vacant eyes. She kissed his slack lips. Then she took four slow steps forward and dropped the head into Father’s waiting hands.