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couple of white paint drips on its seat.
    In the living room, a navy love seat with red-white-and-blue pillows, a bare coffee table, an eagle-emblazoned rocker by the window and an overstuffed chair in what looked like a homemade maroon slipcover. More lace curtains blew gently in the warm breeze. In one corner, a small brown refrigerator, a sink with two cabinets above, two below and a two-burner electric cooktop sitting on its tiny counter.
    Elizabeth walked through, stood in the center of each room and felt an aura in the place. Honesty. Hard work. Pride.
    â€œI’m sure it’s not what you’re used to.”
    â€œOh, no, it’s—”
    â€œThe kitchen’s not much. Rent includes supper in the housewith the family every evening if you want. Or not, if you’d rather not.” The last added somewhat hopefully.
    â€œIt’s perfect.” Hodgepodge, mismatched, and perfect.
    â€œReally?” Megan was looking around as if Elizabeth were talking about some other apartment, and she’d like to know whose.
    â€œYes, really. And that lace…” She sighed rapturously, walked over and stretched the panel out into the room. Exquisite. Handmade . “Did you get it locally?”
    â€œWe—yes. Most of it.”
    â€œI’ll want to buy tons to take home.” Elizabeth dropped the curtain and turned in a complete circle, arms wide. Imagine waking up in that cute bed, hearing the birdies chirping a good-morning song worthy of a Disney movie. Drinking her coffee with a view of mountains, reading by the window in the rocking chair. She could picture the life so clearly it was almost as if she’d already lived here. “I’ll take the place.”
    â€œOh.” Megan backed up a couple of steps. “When were you thinking of moving in?”
    â€œRight away. Today. Right now.” She couldn’t believe the positive vibes she was getting from this whole experience. You win, Babcia. She was meant to be here, in this room, near this house, in this tiny town in a state she’d never visited before. And even if she never figured out why, the experience was already uplifting and healing. Her panic over the last few days had completely abated.
    â€œThe kids can be loud. You might not be used to that.”
    â€œI’ll love it.”
    â€œThey’re around all day, not in camp or anything.”
    â€œIt’s not a problem.”
    â€œI…will need to make sure your check clears.”
    Elizabeth smiled. “I can pay cash if you point me to an ATM.”
    â€œCash.” Megan slid her eyes sideways, as if to consult the door. “Well.”
    â€œI have excellent credit. No criminal record. I’m quiet, neat and clean. I don’t smoke or use drugs. I’m on a journey I don’t understand yet, but I hope to soon. Maybe you’re supposed to share it with me.”
    Megan looked slightly horrified at this last impulsive addition to Elizabeth’s speech. Her lips parted, closed. Parted again. “I don’t think I need to go on a…journey with anyone.”
    â€œRight. Okay.” She rubbed her forehead. Too much too soon.
    â€œThen maybe I’m here to learn from you.”
    Megan laughed her nervous laugh and took another step back. “I have nothing to teach anybody.”
    â€œMy grandmother used to say, ‘Everyone can be a teacher, if only by example.’” Elizabeth smiled encouragingly. “Which would make me a student just being around you.”
    â€œAh.” She looked as if she wanted to step back farther, but she was nearly at the door and might topple down the stairs.
    â€œI know this sounds crazy because you haven’t lived through the past few days with me. Even I thought it was crazy at first. I still don’t know why, but I need this time to be away from my life.” Elizabeth moved toward her, eager to explain this much at least. “When I walked