I suppose I should have been grateful to Rose. After all, the sight of her slipping through the kitchen door was a brilliant distraction from the pain of my arm and various bruises. I hurried after her, a head of steam building, Mom's absence from the kitchen clearly the only reason Rose made it through to the back yard without being challenged. I followed, keeping my distance, if only because the feminine half of Rosebert seemed intent on something I now wanted to discover for ...