I turned from the counter.

She had drawn our little house, a tree with six apples, and two people holding hands.

My figure had a blue shirt and long legs.

Hers had a pink dress and hair that stuck out on both sides.

Beside me, she had left a space wide enough for another person.

“Who do you mean, sweetheart?”

“The woman in Grandma’s picture.”

I put the toast on her plate and sat across from her.