Between her left hip and the side panel of the chair, there was a space.

I could have put my hand in it sideways.

On the right as well, roughly the same.

And I looked at that gap, and a thought formed, and the thought was: it’s a bit roomy.

And then a second thought came immediately behind it and swallowed the first one, and the second thought was: well, she’s thirteen, she’ll grow into it.

That is what I thought.