Nana unfolded a map at the kitchen table. Streets crossed the page in thin gray lines.
“Let’s make a map of our Saturday,” she said.
Amaya drew their apartment as a square with a yellow roof.
“Where first?” Nana asked.
“The bakery.”
Amaya drew a loaf. Nana added a little bench beside it.
“That isn’t the bakery,” Amaya said.
“It’s where I like to sit and eat a warm roll.”

