Lucy looked up at me without moving.

“Mom?”

“Go on, sweetie,” I said.

“Sit up straight on that wooden bench,” Margaret told Lucy, her voice dropping into a tight, quiet tone.

“Keep your hands in your lap, don’t swing your feet, and don’t say a single word until grace is called.”

Lucy climbed up onto the dark oak bench and set her plush rabbit next to her legs.

“She needs to learn how to wait politely,” Margaret said to me as she turned back toward the dining room.