The Old Woman Has Visions

The old woman has visions, I was told. I had heard this for thirty years. So I decided to visit her. No visions, she told me, but glad for the company. She fixed me chocolate flavored mocha and raspberry tarts. We had a fine visit. No visions, I stated again. She shook her head. Sorry, she apologized. It was okay. The visit was wonderful She was entertaining and her food was terrific. I would be back. I plan to come back and often I told her. She held onto my hand for a long time. “You do that,” she said. I visited her the very next day. In spirit.