She opened the door. “I walked from the station,” Eva said. Her teeth were chattering. She was in a hat but the ends of her hair that peeked out below had frozen. Her shoes weren’t winter shoes. She laughed and said, “I didn’t—think, God this was a bad idea, oh God I should—” She made as if to turn, as if to go away, and Isabel reached out and didn’t touch her—was careful this time. “No,” she said. “No, please—please don’t go. Please. Come in. You’re—you’re freezing, come in.”
