None of the volunteers can double-dutch. It’s embarrassing. Grant thinks of himself as a drummer, someone with rhythm; he should be able to jump in double time. He hasn’t made it past the second rope yet.

The shelter kids are better, but too young to keep it up. When a shelter mom wanders out to watch, bemused, little Pasha drags her into line. Grant and Hillary are turning; they eye each other, but don’t stop.

She dances through their ropes perfectly, to cheers and applause. It’s when she stops, grinning and gasping, that Grant finally realizes she’s years younger than he.