“You can tell me what you’re thinking.”

“Grandma says she belongs to the family, but she says I shouldn’t talk about her.”

Renata picked up the pencil and added a small circle in the empty space.

She gave it eyes, but no mouth.

“What did Grandma tell you about the letter?”

She looked toward the kitchen doorway, though there was nobody there.

“She said you might not want me anymore if you read it.”

I pushed the butter toward her.