Evelyn’s eyes lifted and stayed on me.

She picked up the silver baby rattle from the center of her table, where Lily had left it after breakfast, and set it down again an inch closer to my plate.

“We’ll talk on Friday,” Patricia said.

“Give my Lily a kiss from Grandma.”

I wrote the number on the back of the yellow citation folded in my jacket, since it was the only paper I had.

Evelyn poured herself half a cup of tea she didn’t drink.