My book group's January read....
I relish stories such as this...an 'intergenerational set of characters' who seemingly meet by 'chance'. The story of Margaret and Wanda brings to mind the way in which I met my own dear friend, Mildred... Looking for my toddler son one early summer morning, I began to panic when he was neither upstairs nor downstairs. I ran through the neighborhood, fearing the worst. As I walked past the large, kitchen window of an elderly couple we had not yet met, I saw my precious little guy (minus his diaper)....perched, naked as a jaybird, in the center of their kitchen table! They were trying to figure out where he belonged ;-)...and that was the beginning of a two-decades long friendship.
