Birdie went to get ready for bed. She brushed her teeth and changed into her pajamas and then came back out carrying one of the bracelets she’d made. “That one came out really nice. I think it’s my favorite of the five you made. You said it’s for your best friend, right?” She nodded. “What’s her name?” Birdie held the bracelet out to me. “Her name is Sadie, silly. It’s for you.”
