“Look at that,” Grace said. “I love the colors you chose.”
The girl beamed, taking the offered glass.
“Sweetie, would you do me a favor?”
Lily’s eyes widened as if in fear.
Grace squashed her curiosity and concern. She was just a neighbor. Not a counselor. Not a mentor. Just a neighbor.
“Would you please not move my things without asking me?”
She blinked a couple of times, then nodded.
Lily returned to her coloring as Grace settled beside her.
“How was your schoolwork today?”
The day they’d first met, it had taken Grace a solid ten minutes to get a word out of Lily.
“What was the most interesting thing you learned?”
Lily set down her crayon and looked up. “Did you know flowers have boy parts and girl parts, just like people?”
“Is that right? What are they called?”
She tilted her head to the side. “The boy part is the stamen, and the girl part is the pistil. They’re not like people parts, though, because every flower has both, and people only have one or the other.”
“What a good memory you have.” She was trying to think of a follow-up question, but Lily wasn’t finished.
“They don’t look the same as boy and girl parts, either. And they don’t work the same way.”