Meemaw (front right, sassy) yells: "You touch my grandson again, and I’ll show you variable you can’t solve!"

Mary tucks him in. The is silent now. Crickets return, but this time they’re all around — peaceful, enveloping. The center channel carries their quiet conversation.

She kisses his head — the sound is soft, close-mic’d, .

A single laugh from the — a bully snickering.