Ama followed, feeling the moist heat of Rose’s kiss. And feeling the warmth from it spread throughout her body.
She identified the first woman, Green Hat, as soon as they entered the fellowship hall. She strode over and greeted her by name. “Ellie, hi.”
The woman looked up and smiled a little. She wasn’t given to big expressions, either of joy or grief. “Hello, Ama. How are you? Good soup today.”
“Thank you. It’s Marcus’s specialty.” She gestured. “This is Rose, who will be playing violin for us come December.”
After a few more pleasantries, Ama went on to the next woman. This one was a very religious lady, carrying hats and gloves and scarves around for those she considered “less fortunate” than herself. She slept at a nearby women’s’ shelter. As did Ellie, Ama realized as she shook hands with the young woman. She introduced Rose and they moved on.