"I can't stop worrying because words come from your lips. I will be troubled and I am. You are under my care as much as my Sean and the others are. People don't spy that under my mixed up words my brain is scarred but not broken. I'm smarter than appearences would indicate. And I see what is before my eyes." Most of the time. Sometimes, she must admit to herself, she could see what wasn't there, but this wasn't one of those.
Molly reached across the table and took Savannah's hand. Her wrist looked bony to Molly's eyes, and Molly knew she, herself, was oft considered too thin. "Loving is caring, and caring is meddling, and meddling is for your own good. I meddle because I love. It's this or a tube up your nose which is completely unattractive. So is concentration camp chic. You are my friend and my heart sibling, and you will eat. You don't want daddy uncle to end up making you eat a burger first thing."