When I Was Four, My Mother Left Me Alone in a Church—Twenty Years Later She Returned Crying, “We Need You”

She grinned.

“Florence?”

I had told her about Florence.

A lot.

PART 62 — FLORENCE MEETS HANNAH

Not as a secret.

Not as competition.

Hannah came to our house months later when her doctors cleared more normal activity.

Florence was eighty.

Arthritis severe.