I was having a lively conversation about all of the uses of crutches with a pair of five-year-old twin boys and their mother when Hannah showed up just before 11:00 AM. The two little guys lost all interest in me when Hannah came up the steps. From the way they greeted her with hugs around her legs, it was obvious they’d met her here before. It was equally obvious that they shy girl had a way with children.
She bent to them and listened as they talked over each other to tell her their little boy stories. One pointed to me and my crutches and that’s when she seemed to notice that I was sitting there.
I smiled, “It’s Hannah, right?”
“Yes. We met the other day. You are Dana, correct?” Her English was very formal when she spoke in full sentences.
“You’re right.” I smiled again and then I c
