I noticed her right away. She stood at the end of the table. Her clothes had seen better days, her curly hair was held back with old bows. The checkered dress she wore had been sewn by hand a long time ago. Nothing about her seemed to fit into our times.
Some younger bloggers might find it hard to believe, but I grew up in a house without a phone and it worked just fine. We had to run to the neighbor’s house, if there was an emergency, but that wasn’t too often. Life without a phone was normal for many and as for texting, that word was non existing.