Beans for dinner seemed easy until Calder smeared them everywhere and I let the brown dry and cake in spots the cloth didn't touch as I tried to wipe his face. Later for his bath, that brown became her blood that was behind her ears, the darkest blood and hurt. She let us wash it or try to when we bathed her because she had died. This was her only bath given by her mother and father. Violet's dark bruises stayed, his beans washed away.