
We walked up and down the street several times - Anna and I, wondering if she was indeed staying in that house. "Shall we knock to check if she's inside?" I asked. "There's no other way to find out," Anna said. "I wonder what she'll look like. She must be ancient," I declared. Anna gave me a how-could-you look at my irreverent tone. This was the women we both revered and I was calling her 'ancient'. But that was the truth and I am not known to couch it with euphemisms. "Do you … [Read more...]







