"He's stubborn about taking help," she said when he talked about Billy, because was he ever. "But he's a good kid, a little chipper, too pretty, too cheerful, but I'll give you a pass on that one, Pierce. We can't all be perfect little balls of gloom and despair. My brother's good too. Not cheerful, but fragile, if that makes sense." She lowered her voice into a conspiratorial whisper. "I wouldn't tell him about the dead people, though."
She wondered if he knew his son could glow like a light-bulb with regularity, but she decided not to mention that. In fact, she hadn't mentioned the dreams either, because there was a point where anyone would freak out about things, even this man beside her.
The fact that the drivers were never caught made her scowl. "We need to find them somehow, the drivers," she said with determination, because she'd already decided as much.