…revealing an elderly woman with kind eyes and a gentle smile. “You must be Frank,” she said warmly, as if she had been expecting me. “Your father talked about you often.”
I was taken aback. “You knew my father?”
She nodded, inviting me inside. “I’m Margaret. Your father and I were old friends. He helped me when I needed it the most, and now it seems my turn has come to help you.”
