Zoe sets the embroidery aside and catches Eileen in a hug. It's good to see her smiling this much, she thinks; there's always been something about Eileen that Zoe's recognized. A lot of her adolescence had been spent the same way Eileen was spending hers.

And it wasn't exactly idyllic.

"Thank you," she says, and then pats the bench next to her. "I'm celebrating by playing hooky."