I poured her another juice. “Want another slice of toast?” She shot me a smirk. “I want another slice of meeting Chloe, please. That’s top of my list for today.” I pictured Chloe downstairs, nosing through my book collection. Then I pictured Chloe upstairs, spending time with my mother and all her buzzy eccentric ways. “I’ll see how long she’s around for. Maybe she’ll venture up for another hello.” “Good,” she said, and settled herself down. “I’m sure we’re going to get on like a house on fire.”
