Rebecca came with a box of ordinary things we’d accumulated at her house: Emily’s schoolbook, my mug, a sweater neither of us remembered packing, and the drawing with purple windows.

Emily held up the drawing.

“Can this house have purple windows?”

“We can put the drawing where you can see it,” I said.

She considered that compromise.

“By my desk.”

Rebecca helped tape it up.

Then Emily asked about the small party.