Sophie and Zoey have longed played together, but now they’re old enough to play alone together. And they talk to each other. They laugh at and with each other. They debate and share and yell and don’t share and fall and run and cry and always hug each other when they leave. And no matter how well or not well they got along with each other the last time, they often ask for each other—and they’re always so excited to see each other. I love it.

“I always felt that the great high privilege, relief and comfort of friendship was that one had to explain nothing.” —Katherine Mansfield