"Can you draw, Ms. Rose?"
"I can. But I'm not very good at it."
"My son loved chocolate milk."
He giggled. We bent our heads together, sketching a lopsided dog and a big yellow sun. Ivy watched us, her guard dropping, bit by bit. After a moment, she slid her pot of tea across the table.
"You take sugar, right, Rose?" she asked.
I nodded, stirring in two packets, my hands a little steadier.
Theo looked up, his eyes shining. "Are you coming next Saturday, too?"
I caught Ivy's eye. She gave a small, brave smile. "If you'd like."
