At one point Poppy stood on a chair and tapped her spoon against a glass.

“I want to say something,” she announced.

The children kept talking.

Their parents smiled indulgently.

“Aunt Evie is here because I found a ring,” Poppy said.

“But Grandma says she was always family, even when nobody knew where she was.

So I think finding stuff is good, but finding people is better.”

I couldn’t speak.