Lily reminded her that the lid on one container did not fit the other.

“I’m aware,” Mom said.

“You did it last time.”

Mom changed the lid while pretending she had intended to do that all along.

On the bus, Lily sat beside the window with her backpack at her feet.

She told me about something at school, then became absorbed in watching a dog on the pavement pull its owner toward a tree.

I recognized the approach to our stop before she did.