“He doesn’t like it on the table,” she said.

“Who doesn’t, honey?”

“Rabbit.

He likes being up high.”

Sarah moved the rabbit to the windowsill and stood him up against the glass.

Emily watched her do it and went back to her door, drawing the knob as a dark circle and then a smaller circle inside it.

“Is it all right if I ask about your house?” Sarah said.

“Which one?”