Nora paused at the doorway.
“Good morning, John.”
His eyes moved immediately to the baby in her arms.
Lorenzo stood. “Would you like a chair?”
“Yes, please.”
She sat near the window where Giovanni could see Lily’s face. The baby stirred, opened her eyes for a moment, and fell asleep again.
“She’s going to be a handful,” Nora whispered.
Giovanni’s mouth moved a fraction. With help from the board, he chose three words.
LET HER BE.
Lorenzo laughed.
Nora adjusted the soft yellow blanket around her daughter and looked from the baby to the old man who had spent so many days facing a wall.
“She will,” she promised.
Then she pulled her chair a little closer to the sunlight so Giovanni could see them both.
