Sadie turned a page in her book, her thumb resting on the edge of the paper.

“Did she say why she’s coming all the way out here?”

“She said she’d like to spend the day with her granddaughter,” I said.

Sadie looked at the worn silver shoes poking out from under her nightstand, then back at me.

“Okay.

I’ll set my alarm for seven.”

I stepped back into the hall and pulled her door closed until the latch clicked softly into the frame.

In my own room I opened the closet and took out my black dress pants and my good gray cardigan.