More than anything

"My mum's the best baker in the whole city!" Saoirse declares to a tall ginger lady — John and Martin's friend, she thinks. She remembers her from when they were small, lingering at the edges the way Anne does — who's picking up a fresh loaf of bread in exchange for a plastic jug of milk that hasn't gone off yet.

"Oh," she says, followed by, "Oh? Good. For her." She says it awkwardly, but sincerely, and Saoirse thinks that maybe she's not really used to talking to kids.

"Mhm!" She accepts jug and thanks her with a curtsy of her colorful skirt, then brings it inside to Greta. "Mum! A lady brought milk! She must've read your sign!" The jug is slightly sweaty from the walk from wherever it'd come from to here, but she holds it tightly with both hands on the handle so she doesn't drop it.