Black bugs zipped around in front of the screen. “What are those?” she asked, nodding at them. “Dragonflies,” I said, wiping my hands on a napkin. “Though it’s a little early for them. It’s been kind of warm this spring.” She squinted at them. “There’s so many.” I leaned back on my hands. “My grandma used to say that dragonflies mean change is coming.” She went quiet for a moment. “Must be a lot of change.”
