“What special pearls?” I asked.

I ran my thumbnail against my index finger again.

In my head I listed what she had eaten since waking up at six.

She’d only had half a bowl of plain oatmeal and a small glass of milk.

“Grandma Patricia gave them to me.” Lily twisted the same piece of blonde hair tighter around her finger.

“When she came over yesterday.”

Patricia always brought sugary treats she knew I didn’t approve of.