As the year progressed, our hectic schedules relaxed; the days of May began to heat up—hinting at a punishingly hot summer. It was Friday, late in the afternoon when Mary appeared again. Unlocking our mailbox, I was sifting through a small stack, when my periphery vision caught sight of a silver Mazda turning onto our street. I stepped out to see if it was Mary. Her car slowly approached and then paused in the middle of t...