“Be our guest,” mom says, gesturing towards the selection in front of us.
“Actually, what I’m thinking of is in my room,” Daphne says, a huge smile on her face. And then she skitters away.
“I like this new friend,” mom says, nodding as she watches Daphne dart out the door. “She’s got moxy. She’s also…talented, and organized, and precise, and ambitious.”
“I know, she’s the best,” I say, looking at the empty door that Daphne just skittered through.
“You and me, we need people like her,” my mom says, looking over at me with a grin as she darts a finger rapidly between us. “Because we’re just big-hearted chaos on wheels.”
I burst into laughter, tilting my head back for the joy of it. Mom laughs along with me.
“What?!” she says, grinning. “It’s true!”
“Not completely!” I protest, bringi
