She dried her hands and went out and came back ninety seconds later with a spiral notebook of her own, thicker, the pages soft.

“I’ve kept one of these for both of them since the first year.

It’s mostly good things.

That was the point of it — one good thing about each of them every day, so that when they’re older there’s proof somebody was paying attention.” She set it on the counter and did not open it.

“Since November it hasn’t been mostly good things.”

Chadworth did not touch it.