After the business topics were finished, she sometimes stayed an extra ten minutes.

She told me about a baby-name book Naomi had given her and the little yellow socks Benjamin had bought, much too large for a newborn.

Once she asked whether I still had the framed photograph from our trip to Lake Michigan.

“It’s in a drawer,” I said.

“Why?”

“I couldn’t look at it without remembering what I did.”

“Neither could I,” she replied.

“But I’ve started thinking I might want copies of the good memories someday.