is at your parents. You were probably working or doing
 
 something with your own time. I know it must be really hard
 
 to be a single mom.”
 
 Adley’s face blanks. It becomes totally expressionless,
 
 which is startling, because it’s normally so warm. “Oh. Shoot.
 
 I guess I didn’t tell you. I’m sorry, I can see how you’d see it
 
 like that. Tildy isn’t my daughter. She’s my sister’s daughter.
 
 My niece.”
 
 “Oh!”
 
 “Don’t feel bad,” Adley assures me. She sets her cup
 
 back on the coffee table and angles in; all her regular warmth
 
 and openness coming back. “Sorry. I guess I never said that.
 
 My sister is going through a rough time. She’s getting
 
 divorced, and while they both know it’s the right thing to do,
 
 they’re dealing with a lot. They couldn’t afford the daycare
 
 Tildy was going to right now with having to sell the house and
 
 move into different places and get everything sorted out
 
 legally and otherwise. I agreed to watch Tildy for them so they
 
 could get settled and get everything taken care of. My mom
 
 and dad were in Europe before, they’re home now, so they’re
 
 watching Tildy so that I can get my work done. Mandy is just
 
 about ready to take her back and John is almost finished
 
 moving into his place. They’re going to share custody.”
 
 “Wow. I had no idea. I thought maybe you were a little
 
 bit young to have a daughter that age, but that sounds
 
 judgemental. I don’t mean it that way!”
 
 “I know.” Adley laughs. “I get it. All of it.” Her lips
 
 move, as though trying to pick just the right thing to say, until
 
 finally she just decides to go for it. “I really do get it. I mean
 
 everything. I really have been there. Literally.” She laughs