2.
I turned the page in my book, which was turning out to be amazingly dissatisfying, just as I heard a pause in Hanna's munching.
"You know ..."
I looked over at him, mid-spoonful, hand frozen halfway between the bowl and his mouth. "We still only have one paper crane."
I didn't say anything as I put my book, up-side-down to mark my place, on the arm of the chair. I felt Hanna's eyes on me as I reached down and picked up a paper from off the ground. My fingers flew through the movements of their own accord, and I surprisingly placed a neat, white crane down on top of the book.
"Now we have two."
