She lives in a cottage with a charming English garden. English gardens are always best in spring but hers still looks good. There are hanging baskets of purple petunias by her front door. The door opens before we can knock and a surprisingly small woman, perhaps five feet three inches, with extraordinarily bright green eyes, smiles at us.She kisses her son warmly on both his cheeks and formally extends her hand toward me. I am relieved by this show of formality. Her hands are small but strong—a gardener’s hands. Jake introduces us.‘Nice to meet you, Lily,’ she says. Her voice is soft but her accent is more pronounced than her son’s.‘It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mara,’ I reply. She withdraws her hand rather quickly and clasps it along with the other close to her chest. ‘You better come in,’ she says, and leads us into her living room. It is exactly as I expected it to be. As clean as two new pins with net curtains, family photos galore, and dainty china figurines on the windowsill.‘Take a seat,’ she invites, and hovering uncertainly at the door asks if we would like something to drink.
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