“No,” Maggie answered before Papa could say anything. “You can come and see her when we’re done, and I’ll show you that she’s not.”
Evie looked up at Papa like she wasn’t sure Maggie had given me the right answer.
“That’s right,” Papa said, so I guess she had. “When we’re done, we’ll show you.”
“Uncle Fred and Charlie, too?”
“If that’s what you want.”
Evie laid Alex on the blanket by the hearth, and Papa stoked the fire that had gone out. I lay back down on the sofa, tired already. Then Papa and Maggie left. Evie went out of the room for a minute, too, but it was just to get a broom and a dustpan. When she came back, she swept up all the pieces of the candy dish.
You can’t even tell that I threw it unless you notice the empty spot on the table, and that it looks like something that belonged there is gone.
