When we reached Lily’s yellow school jacket, I slid a hand into a pocket and felt folded paper.

The drawing showed a house beneath a yellow sun, four green trees, and a small blue bird wearing a gold crown.

Lily had pressed the green crayon so hard that the lines rose under my thumb.

“She meant that for your office,” Ruth said.

I had worked in school administration.

Lily believed any surface near my desk needed a picture.

I held the paper flat on my palm.