Fresh yellow-green grass grew on a dirt floor. In the center, rocking back and forth on a white metal patio chair, sat a woman in a white, decorated with faded pink roses, summer dress that reached to her ankles. Her gray wavy hair was so thick that Clara could not see her face.

The woman stood up slowly. She appeared so fragile and transparent that Clara touched the tree branches that framed her view, to make sure that she was not dreaming.