it was Hannah she saw as she considered a full-scale evaluation of her life. Hannah used to beg her to be a class mom or a lunchtime volunteer server, and how could she do things like that? Even for a day? She couldn’t chaperone the overnight trip to Washington. Even for a night? She couldn’t even pack a lunch for trip days. “I don’t do it,” she would tell Hannah. “But I make sure it gets done.” “I wish you did it,” Hannah would say. Rachel didn’t ask what the difference was because she knew what it was. You have to remember that Rachel didn’t have a mother.
