This wasn't really news to her. Of course things had gotten more complicated since his father's death. The house on the other side of the yard was supposed to be theirs, but now he shared it with his family because his sisters needed somebody to look out for them. He and his brother were responsible for them, all younger, all unmarried, just like Ama and her husband would have to do if something was to happen to either of the Potts parents. That was what older siblings did — but that couldn't be the whole problem.

She looked at him expectantly, eyebrows raised, an uncharacteristic sense of panic rising in her throat. "I can't help you fix what I don't know about." She said earnestly, on the verge of tears as she looked at him. This was probably why Daffy had always been the kind to say what was on her mind; when she held her tongue for too long, kept it inside, eventually it came bursting out. Still, she had never been one to raise her voice for any reason and still didn't now, but he had to see that all she wanted to do was help.