Would you like a ginger cookie?”

Lily took one biscuit from the edge of the plate and held it perfectly still on her knee without raising it to her mouth.

“Paul told me about this room,” Lily said, looking at the empty space beside the bay window.

“He said you had a mahogany bookcase with glass doors.”

“We moved that bookcase to the basement five years ago,” I said.

“He told me the third shelf had his high school track ribbons on it,” Lily said.