From my chair in the dining room I watched Little Karen, in sight through the door and standing at the kitchen stove. She was a sweet woman, more girl, really, so gentle and unsophisticated and child-like. Her face was long and her eyes wide, her smile somewhat tentative. Even her movements were hesitant, as though the idea of thrusting herself into the space around her made her just the slightest bit jittery.

As Little Karen and Tamara discussed what they would cook for. . .

From my chair in the dining room I watched Little Karen, in sight through the door and standing at the kitchen stove. She was a sweet woman, more girl, really, so gentle and unsophisticated and child-like. Her face was long and her eyes wide, her smile somewhat tentative. Even her movements were hesitant, as though the idea of thrusting herself into the space around her made her just the slightest bit jittery.

As Little Karen and Tamara discussed what they would cook for. . .