Izabel hadn’t thought of that. The police had kept Izabel’s picture out of the news, but when the news had posted pictures of Jana’s parents, there were a few with Jana there, smiling between them.

“I don’t think so,” Izabel said. “If they do, what do you want me to do?”

“Deny it,” Jana said.

“I can do that.”

With that they headed into the store. While Jana looked at hijabs, Izabel looked at prayer books and rugs and incense.

“Do you need a prayer rug?” Izabel asked.

“No,” Jana said. “I don’t pray.”

“Okay,” Izabel said.

“Do you think I should pray?”

“I don’t know,” Izabel said. “I don’t pray.”

“What religion are you and Kaito?”

“I sometimes identify as Jewish, I guess. Kaito might identify as Buddhist. He used to. Neither of us practices anything.”

“Okay,” Jana said. She went back to looking at hijabs.

Izabel wondered if Jana’s parents used to pray and how often, if either of them performed the adhan. But she didn’t want to upset Jana by asking her about them.

Jana held up a hijab. “This one.”

“Beautiful,” Izabel said.

At home, at their new home, their things had arrived. Izabel started to go through them, setting up Cami’s room before Cami got home from school. She put out her xylophone, her puzzles, her box of LEGOs, and her magnetic drawing board.

But Cami didn’t notice when she came back. They’d given each kid a toy at school. A timer to brush your teeth by. It lit up and a played a little song that was exactly 120 seconds long. Cami ran to show it to Jana first.

“Wow,” Jana said.

“Mommy?” Cami said. “Can we play with your makeup?”

“Sure,” Izabel said.

Cami took Jana’s hand and Jana looked nervously at Izabel.

“She only likes to play with the brushes,” Izabel said.

Jana mouthed, “Oooh,” and followed Cami into the bathroom.

Izabel started to figure out dinner. In the fridge there were lots of condiments and a few pieces of fruit that were going bad. But the freezer was full of frozen meals. She found four boxes of pad thai with tofu.

Kaito came home and collapsed on the couch.

“Do you need anything?” he asked.

“I’m okay—you can rest for a bit. Pad thai good for dinner?”

“Yes!” he said.

They could hear Cami in the bedroom telling Jana, “That brings out your eyes,” and they both laughed.

“Ugh,” Kaito said.

“What?”

“Nothing. My arm fell asleep.” He draped his arm over his face. “I think that how crappy our bodies are is good evidence for evolution versus creation.”

“Like that our legs fall asleep on the toilet?”

“Exactly,” he said. “And, if there was a god, the eighth day would’ve been toilets and soft toilet paper and other items of convenience.”

“Definitely. And antibiotics.”