Sam intercepted her with a banana from the fruit bowl.
“You forgot dessert.”
Lizie blinked. “Really? Are you sure?”
“House rule. Nobody leaves here hungry.” Sam pushed the banana into her hand. “Ask my mom.”
Lizie clutched it the same way she clutched her backpack straps. “Thank you,” she said, quietly. Like she wasn’t entirely certain she deserved it.
She lingered at the door for a moment, looking back at the kitchen.
Dan nodded at her. “Come back any time, hon.”
Her cheeks went pink. “Okay. If it’s not too much trouble.”
“Never. We always have room.”
The door closed behind her and I turned to my daughter.
“Sam.” I kept my voice low. “You can’t just bring people home without asking. We’re barely managing this week.”
Sam didn’t move. She looked at me with the expression she had been developing over the past couple of years — the one that was simultaneously her father’s stubbornness and my own.
