But I Can Never Remember Her Name

Her beautiful, dark brown, bald scalp shines, even under the fluorescent lights of the home furnishings store where she works. "It's been ages!" she exclaims, pulling Katie and me into her big, pillowy embrace.

We ask after her nephews (she dotes on them) and her plans for the Memorial Day weekend (working right through it), and aren't allowed to leave without another hug and a promise to come back in to see her.

"Always worth the price of admission, seeing her," I say as we step back out into the overcast Saturday afternoon and head home.