“If you’d like, sir, I can take you and the little one up to the suite myself.

I’ll bring the vase and get her a warm glass of milk.”

Junie looked at Bea with the plain, uncorrupted instinct of a child who recognizes safety without needing an introduction.

“Can you carry my bunny too?”

Bea smiled.

“Your bunny is getting the VIP treatment tonight, sweetheart.”