19.
"How do you like that?
20.
It occurred to me that she expected a response. The
sweet vanilla flavor was still on my tongue and her
reading was a wonder in my ears. I had to speak.
21.
I said, "Yes, ma'am.” 
It
was the least I could do, but it was the most also.
22.
"There's one more thing. Take this book of poems
and memorize one for me. Next time you pay me a visit,
I want you to recite."
23.
I
have tried often to search behind the sophistication
of years for the enchantment
I so easily found in those gifts. The essence
escapes but its aura
remains. To be allowed, no, invited, into the private
lives of strangers, and to share their joys and fears,
was a chance to
exchange the Southern bitter wormwood
for a cup of mead
with Beowulf or a hot cup of tea and milk with Oliver
Twist. When I said aloud, "It
is a far, far better thing that I do, than I have
ever done . .. " tears of love filled
my eyes at my selflessness. 
