“Don’t touch that,” Evelyn said, her voice sharp and steady. “That is the most important piece of silver in this whole building.”

Mrs. Gable looked confused, but she set the fork back down and walked out.

Evelyn looked at me and smiled. It was a small, knowing smile.

We ate our scrambled eggs. They were perfectly cooked, not ruined at all. But they tasted better than any meal I had eaten in years.

I still don’t really know how to feel about how small the world is. Mostly, I am just glad she got warm.