I really wanted to write more of her story but only she knows what that is; I think you get the picture.
    She saw this guy at a crafts fair. It was held in the community center building that sat off to the side in a trapezoidal park nestled within the gently rolling hills of the neighborhood. It was also used as the polling center when election day occurred.
    He looked familiar but she couldn't quite place...oh yeh! He was the gentleman that mom talked to in the hospital. He's casually looking at all the different wares. A framed production of a cat sitting with its back to the viewer's perspective catches his eye and wallet. The cat's coat is a burnished orange and black patterned like brush and shrubbery. The artist has written beside her signature:
    "If I sit really still...."