We all laughed.

She hadn’t looked at my face before deciding where the bear belonged.

She hadn’t apologized when its paw hit the cup.

I noticed those things quietly.

If I named every small sign of comfort, I would make her party into another assessment.

Before cake, we went inside to put the old pink dress away.

It was the dress from the first party, cleaned after the necessary documentation and folded apart from the gift Richard had sent.

Emily touched its sleeve.