Famine didn't really have any experience with losing someone she loved. (Her sisters didn't count-they bounced back right away. And it wasn't really a great comparison anyway.) What she could do, however, was go and sit with Patrick. And bring a trunkload of food. Like she did.
She'd foregone the bike and pulled up in her car instead, with enough food for two houses packed into the back seat. She tried the door and poked her head inside, calling out, "Irish, you in there?" She didn't go all the way inside quite yet.