A shelf of books with a glass cover on the front porch is the first sign that we are at an interesting little abode.
"It snowed the other day, but we pulled most of them in and saved 'em before the three feet of snow covered the porch," explained Posie, Annie's good friend in Cambridge.
Posie and Levi spill into the front door of their house, tumbling in different directions as soon as the door comes undone. Posie runs up the green carpeted staircase to her mother's room, and pulls her down soon after disappearing.
"I was just reading about the Mexican War. Have you ever learned about the Mexican War? I never had. It's scaring me!" exclaims Mrs. Lewis as she came down, her big eyes engaging me without my consent, but I happily listen.
Mrs. Lewis's long grey curls topple all over her head and fall around her shoulders. Posie runs up and hugs her around the waist - a waist that meets the shoulders of an eleven-year-old Posie.
Annie and Mrs. Lewis catch up as we all stood on a Persian rug in their living room, an little burnt golden (that's not a color, but I just made it one) arm chair, olive walls, some rock n' roll guitarist seeping out of the kitchen painted in orange and blue in the back.
Outside again, before we leave, we discuss the books we've been reading at college.
"Have a lovely visit, girls!" said Mrs. Lewis.
We walk home to Annie's for fresh chocolate chip cookies and milk with Posie and Levi
The Cambridge sunshine lightly balming us inside and out as we make we our way back.
