“Can you get it?” I called to him from my study.
“Nope, I’m changing my clothes. I don’t have pants on,” he answered.
So I ran downstairs and opened the door.
A small woman stood there smiling, wearing a suit and a straw hat that seemed to be from an era long past. She looked to be in her early sixties. “I’m Rose Goldman,” she said. “I grew up in this house.”
“How lovely,” I replied.
Not missing a beat, she continued, “I know it’s odd to have a stranger come to your door, and I’d understand if you weren’t comfortable letting me in, but…” [Read more…]