The picture was him in his little school baseball shirt, his mother, and Helen. Briefly, he wondered what Aunt Helen would make of the scrappy young woman who had barreled most unexpectedly into his life and her home. She'd like Athena, he thinks. Spine and spunk in the face of danger.

Stacking their boxes and the bags, Raylan headed into the kitchen proper with a passing smile at Athena as he passed by. Athena's waffles were popped into the microwave first, plated up on a older print plate that would speak to its age when she got to the bottom of it. While that warmed, Raylan put away the rest of the stuff.

""Hadn't grown into my shoulders yet. You're not gonna find much more than that though, I'm afraid. Aunt Helen fought with Arlo somethin' fierce to keep it up." Athena could guess as to why.