At breakfast, Willa insisted on ordering for herself.

She asked for waffles, strawberries, and a separate plate for Captain Buttons.

The waitress brought an empty saucer with complete seriousness.

I was absurdly grateful.

The museum was crowded.

Willa marched from exhibit to exhibit while I struggled to read explanatory cards before she disappeared around a corner.

In a room full of mirrors, she found our reflections lined up in a hundred repeating versions.

She pointed at my face and then hers.