Karen liked the book
“I could tell Karen liked the book I got her.”
“She liked the book, eh?” I reached into the backseat, bumped the edge of her carseat and fumbled to hold her hand.
“Yeah.” She squeezed my hand between both of hers.
“That’s good. It’s nice when someone likes a gift you got for them.”
“Well, the nice part is getting a gift for them.”
“Yes. It’s nice to buy gifts for people. I meant also that it feels nice if someone likes something you got them.”
“It also just feels nice to get someone a gift. Even if they don’t like it, they know you wanted to get them a gift.”
“That’s true. Good point. I like that.”
I’d stood behind her chair at the birthday party. A mom next to me turned to me when her daughter gave Karen the birthday girl her gift, and said “I’m not sure they actually know each other’s names. They’re in the same dance class.”
“Mine’s in that class too.” Later I thought that...