Ask her your question, and she’ll tell you the truth. She’s too old for anything else. Her door is always open to neighbors, especially the children.
These days, when she gazes out of her window, she doesn’t see sagging tenement walls and broken windows, but plowed fields and the woods beyond on the plantation in Simpson County, Kentucky, where she was born and raised in bondage.
In her reverie, she’s not sitting in solitude, but communing with generations of kin across the dusty yard, and down in the Quarters.