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we’re making flags, one for each of you first and then one for Flowerpot Cabin, for all of us. That one they’re going to hang in the dining hall with everybody else’s, like pennants. Your own personal flag represents stuff that’s important to you, so we get to know each other better.”
    â€œWe already know each other,” said Olivia. “This is stupid.”
    Emma said, “That’s not very nice, O.”
    Olivia clarified. “I didn’t say Hannah was stupid, just her activity.”
    â€œWe get points,” Grace reminded them.
    â€œCan we just do this?” Hannah said.
    â€œSure. What’s the holdup?” Olivia said.
    It was quiet for a while after that except for the soft scratching of marker on paper. Then Olivia announcedher flag was done, and soon after her, Lucy and then Emma.
    â€œOkay, so who’s ready to tell what you drew?” Hannah asked.
    Grace said, “I’m not done yet.”
    Olivia looked over at Grace’s paper. “Are those supposed to be waves, Grace? Everything’s so tiny I can’t tell.”
    Grace sat back and shook out her right hand. “It’s the ocean,” she said. “And these are skyscrapers.”
    Lucy said, “It’s really good. Lots of details.”
    â€œDo you want to tell us what you drew, Grace?” Hannah asked.
    Grace explained that she had drawn skyscrapers in two cities, Singapore, where her dad was from and his family still lived, and Boston, where her mom was from. She had also drawn a ballet slipper because she took ballet lessons, a piano because she took piano lessons, and a test tube because she liked science.
    â€œAnd here”—she pointed—“is a plate of cookies because we all like cookies.”
    On Emma’s drawing was a Star of David because she was Jewish and a picture of two little boys, one white wearing ice skates and one black. The white one was her brother, Benjamin. The other was a kid named Kayden whom she tutored in reading after school.
    â€œWhat are the musical notes for?” Grace asked.
    â€œHe likes to dance,” said Emma. “He even makes me dance with him in the hall outside the library.”
    â€œThat must be funny,” said Olivia.
    Emma said, “It is. Oh, and I drew cookies too.”
    Lucy’s picture had kids too, little ones—the triplets whom she babysat. Their names were Arlo, Mia, and Levi.
    â€œWhich one did you save from the big bad wolf?” Olivia asked.
    â€œIt was a coyote,” said Grace.
    â€œYou should let Lucy tell,” said Olivia.
    â€œIt was a coyote,” said Lucy.
    â€œSame thing,” said Olivia. “And I think you should’ve drawn a wolf in your picture too, Lucy. It would have added drama. ”
    â€œI drew cookies like Emma did,” Lucy said, “and a soccer ball.”
    â€œI hope you’re not going to be stuck-up about how you’re a hero now and everything,” Olivia said.
    â€œOlivia?” Hannah raised her eyebrows.
    â€œThat wasn’t rude. It was honest,” Olivia said. “People do get stuck-up sometimes. Like my brother. He plays baseball, and he is conceited. Anyway, do you want to hear about my flag? Or maybe nobody cares”—she sighed—“about little old me.”
    â€œGo ahead, Olivia,” said Hannah.
    Olivia’s drawing took up the whole page. On it was a pink-lipped princess with a gold crown and gold earrings. Next to one ear was a phone. “The princess is for when I played the princess in The Princess and the Pea ,” she explained. “And the phone is because I miss my phone. Oh—and I drew cookies, chocolate like the ones Emma sent me.”
    Hannah looked at Emma. “Did you use my grandfather’s recipe?”
    â€œI did,” Emma said.
    â€œWait, Emma, shhhh ! That’s supposed to be a secret!” said Grace.
    â€œWhat’s a