The morning air was foggy enough to see it wasn't still, and still enough to not see anything at all beyond the cloud. Looking out the upstairs bedroom window, Kelsey Lou Faye tapped her fingers against her thigh without any particular rhythm. She knew the sun was up ‘cause the fog was gray instead of black, but there was no knowin’ how long now it'd be before Ma'd wake up and start makin’ the whole family wish they'd died in their sleep.