One morning an older woman entered the cafe wearing dark glasses and carrying a white cane.

Victoria froze.

“Excuse me,” the woman asked.

“Could you tell me where the register is?” And Victoria walked out from behind the counter.

“About ten feet ahead and slightly to your right,” she said.

“If you’d like, I can walk with you.” “Thank you.” Victoria walked beside her, and guided her, and then went into the restroom, and locked the door, and cried — not because the woman was Grace, but because she wasn’t.

She was a complete stranger.