I remember the first time I talked to Emmy. I’d wandered down to the dock at the lake behind the house, looking for silence and solitude. She walked up about ten minutes later. I didn’t know she’d already claimed this spot as her own. The first time was awkward—but nice. She gave me a candy bar. We both just sat there, neither of us saying a word. It was like she didn’t expect me to, and I didn’t have to.
