“The van is the last piece.

I’ll pay for that this week.”

She set the cup in front of me with the handle turned toward my right hand, which nobody in that house ever remembers.

“We can do that tonight.

I have the paperwork.”

I drank it too hot and drank it anyway.

“Chloe’s little one has never seen snow,” Gemma said, wiping a counter that was already clean.

“She’s what, eight months?”