Days later, I pick up my ringing cell phone with “unknown caller” across the screen. “Hello?” I greet.

“Hi. Is this Sylvia Rice?” the female voice asks.

“Sylvie,” I correct. “Yes.”

“My name is Dawn,” she starts. “I fell in love with one of your paintings while visiting a church member in the nursing home today.” She pauses for a moment as I wonder where this is going. “I asked the staff, and they gave me your name.”

“Okay…” I draw ...