“Sometimes, I can get depressed,” Grace begins. “I have learned that our wardrobe can make or break our self-confidence. I am wearing dresses here.”

I quicken my steps to stand in front of her. Then, turn to walk backward. My hands are up in surrender.  

She blushes. 

“Do you know why I am following you to the pasture, Pierre?” she asks as she slows down her pace to match my speed, which has since slowed down, walking backward.  ...