When we returned to the Folly we found Abigail in the kitchen teaching Molly how to take pictures of her food using the antiquated Samsung I suspected she’d liberated from my supply of expendable technology. I suspected Molly wanted the pictures to send to her friends on Twitter and Facebook, the ones that I was not supposed to know about. I didn’t dare ask because we have an unspoken agreement—I don’t question what she does on my computer when I’m out and, in return, she doesn’t murder me in my sleep.