Her mother laughed, then covered her mouth as though surprised the sound had arrived.

The appointment card went into the front pocket.

The document folder stayed within reach on the counter until her mother gathered what she actually needed for the meeting.

It no longer had to be carried from room to room every evening.

It still went to appointments, and its current contact page was easy to find.

Mia checked the cup again before the bag was closed.

“Nine,” her mother said, looking at the card.