idea what I was looking for.
The shelves were packed, and I didn’t know where to begin.
A cheerful voice interrupted me.
“Shopping for someone important?”
I turned.
Claire stood behind the counter in a blue apron with embroidered stars.
“My daughter.”
“How old?”
“Two.”
Claire looked toward Ari, who had both arms wrapped around my leg.
Instead of talking directly to her, Claire crouched behind the counter.
A floppy stuffed rabbit slowly appeared above the edge.
It looked left.
Then right.
Then whispered loudly enough for Ari to hear.
