“I know we can,” I answered.

“But today I’d like orange juice.”

She grinned and helped me lift the carton into the cart.

At home, the kitchen ceiling stayed dry through the evening rain.

Harper spread photographs across the table to finish her scrapbook.

In one picture, Ryan and Paige stood beside our old porch.

In another, Evelyn held a baby Paige.

In a third, Harper sat by Arthur’s hospital bed, holding a rabbit with one worn ear.