Arachne’s skill still amazes me. In the early morning sunlight, I have often watched dew shimmering in rainbow-drenched glory along silken strands laid down by Madame Spider between the soft open petals of two crimson roses.

When a fly buzzes by and lands, he remains. Amazed also? No. Madame’s breakfast.

Joan spends her days typing, daydreaming, talking on the phone with her daughter and collecting seashells on long beach walks with her husband.