“So I’d have room.” I did not know what to say to that, so I said the true thing.

“There’s a lot of her work still here.

I’m finishing it up.

If you know the people on these notes — I don’t know half of them — I could use the help getting their things back to them.” He looked at me.

He looked at the basket.

And this boy who had come in for a button said, “I know everybody.

Miss Franny knew everybody, so I know everybody.” And that, though I did not feel it happen, was the first stitch going back in.