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fingers through her long, mahogany tresses in frustration. If only she knew his name! If only she could speak to him!
    Leaning back against the sofa once more, she gazed around the room in wonder at all the thoughtful gifts he had just given her. Her eyes came to rest on the beautiful flowers, her lips turning up at the corners. She adored roses. If she could speak to him just once, maybe she could get beyond her pride and accept these gifts with grace and heartfelt gratitude. If she only had a name…
    That’s it ! she thought triumphantly as her eyes fell on the receipt. She’d call the Ford dealership and get his name from the mechanic who worked on her car.
    Racing to the phone, she dialed the number on the receipt. A few minutes later, she hung up, aggravated and disappointed. The mechanic had informed her that the man had paid cash and signed with his initials. If she’d bothered to look at the receipt a little closer, he’d told her irritably, she would have realized that without having to bother him at work. He’d been extremely rude, which only served to upset Breezy more and bring back her headache. She got up to take the medication Susan had given her when someone knocked at her door.
    “Oh, no! Not again. If that’s another gift, you can just take it back and…” She opened the door, shouting, “Go away!” Shocked to see Mrs. Princeton at her door, her face turned pale before flushing beet red in embarrassment.
    “Oh, I’m so sorry, Mrs. Princeton! I thought you were someone else. I hope I didn’t startle you.” Breezy apologized.
    “Not at all, dear. It’s quite all right. I understand,” Mrs. Princeton said.
    “Would you like to come in and sit down for a while?”
    “No thank you, dear. I’m afraid if I sit down, I won’t be getting up again for quite a while,” she said.
    The old woman simply amazed Breezy. She was ninety-two but acted like a twenty-two year old girl, and she had a heart of pure gold. Mrs. Princeton used a cane to hold herself upright and walk, but the way she wobbled, trembled and shook, Breezy often wondered what kept her on her feet. She looked so frail and fragile, as if she’d shatter into a million pieces if you brushed her with a feather. And yet the doctors all said that, aside from the trembling that often accompanied old age, she was healthier than anyone could hope to be at her age.
    “Okay, but what brings you here today? Is there something you need?” Breezy asked again.
    “Oh, I don’t need anything, dear. I heard what happened to you yesterday and I just wanted to bring you this,” she said, handing Breezy a canning jar full of soup with a trembling hand. “It’s homemade chicken soup. All you have to do is heat it up and make sure you eat it all, dear. Plenty of rest and good food is the best thing for you right now.”
    “Thank you, Mrs. Princeton. I appreciate it a lot. It’s awfully sweet of you.”
    “You’re welcome, dear. Just make sure you take good care of yourself. Wouldn’t want to lose my best girl now, would I?”
    “No, of course not. You be careful going home, okay?” Breezy said, knowing full well that Mrs. Princeton wouldn’t allow anyone to walk her home unless it was raining or snowing.
    “Don’t you worry about me. I’m a tough old bird, I am. I do have to be getting back, though,” she said. Breezy helped her down the steps and watched as she disappeared down the street.
    Placing the jar of soup on the kitchen counter, Breezy went back to the living room. Her head was still throbbing and the pain was almost more than she could bear. Thank God for modern medicine , she thought, as she finally took the pain pills. As she lay back down on the couch, she couldn’t help thinking about Mrs. Princeton. Before long, the medicine took effect and she fell asleep.
    The dream began in a room she’d never seen before. The first thing she noticed was a fireplace burning brightly. A huge mirror hung above the mantel reflecting