She looked at the letter.

“You’re right.”

Sadie called from the kitchen, asking where the green crayon had gone.

I asked Nora to wait and went to find it.

My daughter’s picture had a dinosaur with only two legs because she had run out of room for the others.

I handed her the crayon and stood beside her longer than necessary.

Then I returned to the doorway.

“Who are you really?”