Way home

(1993 April 28)

Yesterday I was sitting in the doctor's office with several people ... and a girl next to my right spoke. She was washing dishes at the time of Daddy's death, and when no longer needed - so many of us then - someone took her home - a blond nordic type. No one wanted to do it, not knowing her or the way, and I said, "For Heaven's sake, she knows where she lives." Now married with children.