Daisy froze.
A three-year-old could still hold on to a single meeting from half a year back was something she had never expected.
The realization delighted her so much that she answered right away. She said, "Yes, yes, Aunt Daisy's right here."
She freed one arm, gathered Nancy close, and, seeing that the little girl hadn't started crying, lifted her spirits even higher. She turned to Florence and said, "Nancy takes after you. She's got more of a spark in her every day."
Florence couldn't decide whether to laugh or sigh. She cut in and said, "She's only three. There's no sense talking about her that way."
Daisy paid none of that any mind. She carried Nancy toward the house and left the suitcase behind for Florence to haul in.
The two women and the little girl stepped inside together,
