“She’s right where she belongs,” Margaret said.

She laid another slice of cold ham on the platter with a silver fork.

“She was sitting on the hall bench ten minutes ago,” I said.

“She was grabbing for dessert forks on the sideboard before grace was even called,” Caroline said, her voice falling into a quick, sharp rhythm.

“She touched two forks with her sticky fingers.”

“She asked for a piece of bread before grace,” Caroline added.

“Mom told her to wait, and she talked back.”