We pulled into the driveway and passed the larger house to park in front of Varena’s place. It was a copy of the house in miniature, done in pale yellow siding with dark green shutters and white trim.

A little girl was playing the yard, a thin child with long brown hair. Sure enough, a perky red-and-green bow was clipped right above her bangs. On this cold day, she was wearing a sweatsuit topped by a coat and earmuffs, but still she looked chilly. She waved as Varena got out of her car.

“Hey, Miss Varena,” she called politely. She held a ball in her hands. When I got out of the passenger’s door, she stared at me with curiosity.

“Eve, this is my sister, Lily.” Varena turned to me. “Eve has a sister, too, a new one.”

“What’s her name?” I asked, since that seemed indicated. I am very uneasy around children.

“Jane Lilith,” Eve mumbled.

“That’s pretty,” I said, because I couldn’t think of anything else to say.

“Is your sister taking a nap right now?” Varena asked.

“Yeah, and my mom too,” the girl said forlornly.

“Come in and see my dress,” Varena invited.

Eve really brightened up. Varena seemed to have a way with children. We trailed into the little front room of the house and followed Varena back to her bedroom. The closet door was open, and the wedding dress, swathed in plastic, was hanging on a special hanger that fitted over the top of the door.

Well, it was white and it was a wedding dress.

“It’s beautiful,” I said instantly. I am not stupid.

Eve was awestruck. “Oooo,” she said breathlessly.

Varena laughed, and as I looked at my sister, I saw how warm and responsive her face was, how good-natured she looked. “I’m glad you like it,” she said and went on talking to the child in an easy way that was totally beyond me.

“Can you pick me up so I can see the scarf?” Eve asked Varena.

I looked where the child was pointing. The veil, yards and yards of it, attached to an elaborate sort of tiara, was in a separate bag attached to the one holding the dress.