We fell into the quiet rhythm of putting the week’s groceries away.

I folded the thick paper bags flat and stacked them between the refrigerator and the wall.

Lily set a heavy carton of milk on the top glass shelf of the fridge.

“I have a math test on Tuesday,” Lily said.

“Do you need help studying?”

“Fractions are completely logical.

You just have to find the common denominator.”

She said it as a plain fact, without looking away from the pantry door.