Saturdays, weather permitting, we walked to the lake for hot chocolate.

Dr.

Hall continued seeing her, less often as the months passed.

Grace still had difficult evenings when she worried a promised visit might not happen or wondered whether adults could stop loving each other without also stopping loving their children.

We talked about those questions without rushing to make them disappear.

One March afternoon she brought home a project from school titled My Most Important Place.

I expected her to draw our new apartment.