“Christine, Ritchie, I’m ho- Ritchie are you crying?!” Ritchie’s dad, Robert Baker rushed into the kitchen. He had no words for what he saw. All he could do was rush to the phone and call 911. He knew his beloved wife was already dead, but who else was he to call? Meanwhile, Ritchie hadn’t even noticed his father coming in, or crying in the backround or coming up to him and putting his arms around him. Ritchie had stopped crying, but it seemed as though all the tears he had cried had emptied him out until his entire inside was gone. He felt so hollow. His father managed to get Ritchie away fromhis mother’s body and he and Ritchie sat on the couch in silence until the paramedics came.