“We take so much for granted,” Mrs. Levy said. “It makes you so thankful for the little things, doesn’t it?”
Rikki opened the front door. “Hi, Ma, I’m home.”
“Hi, Rikki,” her mother said as Rikki passed the living room. “This is Jennifer. Why don’t you join us?”
Rikki looked at her mother warily as she slipped her backpack off her shoulder and sat down.
The woman held out her hand towards Rikki. “Hi.” Her voice was chipper. “You can call me Jenny if you’d like. Your mom was just telling me about you.”
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