She touched the window glass with her palm to check for a draft.

“The heating vent in here gets a little aggressive at night,” she said.

I set my plastic bag on the edge of the pine desk.

“Do you have to go to work tonight?” I asked.

“I took two weeks of leave,” Rachel said.

She smoothed out the edges of the blue quilt.

“The state pays a small monthly stipend for your foster care,” she said.

“We can go to the discount store tomorrow and get you some proper winter clothes.”