I saw a woman and her girl walking through the alley. They both wore wide-brimmed hats. The smaller had a proper coat with collar and buttons. It was a beautiful periwinkle. Her mother's was a beige and very proper as well. They walked near the wall to let the car go by. The mother's right arm draped across the daughter's back. Her hand guided her shoulder.

Fern: i know them.

God speaks to me.

I believe.

The door bell rang.