The breakfast hour at the Manor is almost over. Our usual latecomer crowd lingers over coffee, laughing and visiting. The conversation covers everything from the antics in the Senate – in the very “Chamber of Sober Second Thought” – to an email picture of a new great-grandchild.
Tentatively, a woman approaches our table. “May I join you?”
“Of course,” comes a chorus of voices. “Are you new here?”
“Yes, my name is Marie. I moved in last night, or at least my kids moved me in! They worked so hard. This is all so . . . different. Tell me, do you like it here?” Continue reading