The voice that answered the phone was soft, gentle. When I identified myself, her smile was in her voice. We set a date to meet at her home.
Vera was watching for me when I arrived and invited me into her living room -- a small, cozy room. Through the adjacent dining room and the sunporch beyond, I could see the tip of what must be a breathtaking view.
We began with small talk about me and about my book Stolen Fields. Her bookmark identified where she was in her reading. Vera admitted to being an avid reader, usually having three or four books going at once, but she reads some from mine every day. She could identify with my family's experience.