With a good chunk of her family being lost, and those left behind only mourning what was gone, Susan could never understand why people could be so cruel to the family they actually had. It seemed so trite; so terrible. Shaking her head and leaning forward, her elbows on her knees, Susan kept an even glance on Ernie while he spoke, and then shifted back to Megan once more.
“I’m sorry, Megan,” she said evenly. “That’s positively despicable of anyone to do to their own family.” Even more so, Susan couldn’t understand why Megan’s mother would send the article to her in the first place. But she wasn’t a parent, and could hardly pretend to relate to one. “You should find the writer who decided to publish that article and smack her with a copy of the magazine.”