Toward the end of the night, Barbara needed anything as a distraction from having to talk and seem happy about all of this. More food than any of them saw in a year, enough heat to make the whole church feel welcoming, everyone freshly scrubbed up and happy.

She didn't know how they had the energy to keep all of this up. She barely did.

"Donatello!" She laughed, holding out her arm to him. "Picked up on any of the line dances this evening?"