“Thank you,” Anne said to Margot when it was just the two of them standing side by side waiting for their mother to give the grocer their food coupons. Anne kept her voice low. Margot smiled and shrugged. “For what?” “For the lie.” They both laughed then. It was lovely when they felt like confidantes, and it didn’t happen very often, or at least it hadn’t until recently. “It was just a little white lie. I know she means well,” Margot whispered. “Does she?” Anne watched her mother pack the vegetables into a cloth shopping bag. “Of course she does,” Margot said. “People are always hardest on
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