A Tin of Old Photographs Revealed Why a Best Friend Kept Helping

with her left hand, using her right to separate the red buttons from the white ones.

“Bunny wants red,” Mia said, her high-pitched voice rising in a short sentence. “Red buttons, red ones.”

“Bunny can have all the red ones he wants, sweetie,” I said, clearing my throat before I spoke.

Mia lined them up on the floor, repeating her words in a low murmur continue reading …