“What do you call your freckles?”

Saff pauses. “I don’t think anybody’s ever asked,” she says, a little bemused. “I’m not sure I call them anything.”

“It’s just that they’re not technically freckles,” says Eileen. “Or not the melaton–I mean, melanin irregularity that people call freckles.”

Saff touches her cheek, where the spray of tiny dark spots spreads from her eyes. Her skin is baker’s chocolate; the spots are nearly black. “But they must be. They weren’t there when I was younger… Oh, I remember!” She smiles. “My mom had them. She called them ‘sunspots.'”

Eileen laughs. “I’m stealing that!”