“She would have told everyone in the room,” I said.

“And probably everyone waiting in the parking lot.”

Emma laughed.

She asked me to bring cinnamon rolls for the next class event.

I agreed before remembering our first baking attempt and wondered whether the school carried smoke alarms in every hallway.

At the market, she started spending an hour with Denise on Fridays.

I didn’t let her handle the register, but she could arrange flower bouquets, write chalkboard signs, and help choose food for a donation bin.

She once asked why the bin existed when we sold the same items on the shelves.