Gemma stood at the island with her back to me, tapping her screen, one thumb and then the other.

She had on her good sweater for a Tuesday.

“Have you seen the pictures Chloe put up?” I asked.

“From the pumpkin place.

Every morning there’s a batch.”

“Oh, honey.” She did not turn around.

“The network’s been in and out since yesterday.

I wouldn’t think twice about it.”