"Each time I came in, I saw her. ." - from The Silence of Anne Aulis and Other Stories. . .
She was a lovely woman.
Finally, one day, she looked up and smiled as I sat down.
How old? I couldn\'t tell.
She sat up straight, regally, her shoulders back.
She was always reading the New York Review or a book, coffee and a croissant at hand. "Each time I came in, I saw her