Benny
By Saturday morning, JJ had claimed the kitchen table with three folders, two laptops, and enough sticky notes to wallpaper the clubhouse.
I hadn’t known organizing paperwork could be a group activity until she informed Nixx and me that we were helping.
Millie was at the arts center painting her mural. Ms. Alvarez had sent a picture of the purple motorcycle surrounded by yellow flowers, with white dandelion seeds drifting across the wall. Nixx had stared at the photograph longer than he probably realized.
“She put dandelions on it,” he’d said.
JJ had smiled at him and gone back to her list. Neither of them explained the look they exchanged, but I knew enough of their history to leave it alone.
“Medical authorizations, guardian nominations, wills,” JJ read. “And questions about
