Under the dusk, only a desk lamp was lit in the room.
Ann Morris sat hugging her knees on the padded window seat, looking at the lawn in the small park downstairs.
A little girl holding a colorful pinwheel ran happily on the grass and fell to the ground. She didn't cry but instead laughed, and her grandparents hurried over to comfort her, only to see her giggling as if it was fun and joined her in laughter.
Watching the old lady roll up the little girl's pant leg to see if she was hurt, confirming she wasn't, she patted away the dirt from the fall over her clothes. The old man picked up the pinwheel that fell with the little girl and checked it for damage, then kindly handed it back to her...
This scene overlapped with a memory in Ann Morris' mind. She seemed to see herself as a child, when Sanders and Madam Sanders would take her to play at the neighborhood park with children her age.
