“Neither do I.”

We spent the evening labeling photographs.

Connie joined us after dinner and supplied dates whenever my memory failed.

She remembered the camping trip in extravagant detail, including the fact that I had mistakenly packed dog biscuits instead of crackers.

Valerie laughed so hard she nearly dropped the frame.

I hadn’t heard that laugh in the house for years.

Later, when Connie was leaving, she stopped beside the door.

“I need to tell you something,” she said.