“We can’t have those years.

But we have these.”

We didn’t make a grand promise.

We didn’t pretend the losses had been repaired by one happy discovery.

Instead, we stood together until the music faded, then took Poppy for ice cream in the little town square.

At the diner, a young waitress noticed how alike Evelyn and I looked and asked if we were sisters.

“Yes,” Evelyn answered before I could speak.