She set them on the kitchen counter and started sorting the cans from the boxes.

“The green beans go on the bottom shelf,” I said.

Lily nodded.

She wore a faded blue shirt that hung loose past her waist.

She twisted a red ribbon around her right index finger as she read the label on the back of a soup can.

“Soup goes on the middle shelf,” Lily said.

“Alphabetized by main ingredient.”

“That works for me.”