"Your hair has always been amazing. I remember those fabulous chopsticks you used to wear." Anna wore a look of amused chagrin. "I'm afraid Mr. Greenleaf won't let me wear those anymore. I took a little tumble one night and almost harpooned the cat." This was very much the Anna she remembered: warm and self-mocking and complete present. And somehow that made it even harder to accept how frail she'd become since Mary Ann's last visit."