This has not been an outstanding day, with little happening and perhaps it is just as well, since each day cannot be full of adventures and spectacular events. While Thomas and I were standing outside, we could hear a car driving up and, when it came around the curve, I was certain that it was a police car with what looked like a rack with lights on the roof. Immediately I thought, “What has happened?” There was a young woman’s face peering out of the window and it was only then that I recognized Maria, who had come to visit her father’s cross.