When she arrived, she brought out a few of her favorite books, and as we sat in the front row of her living room there was an odd smirk at our table. Can I get a bottle and some wine, I suggested, when I'm with you? Of course, darling, said Sheff. I looked at her, and this is all the work I did to prepare her for her visit. All the recipes for the last day's feast were pretty simple. You can use anything, it all happened while we were there, Sheff said. I gave her an enormous grin and said, Well, you see, it's a long trip, no matter what. You get your drink in the same sitting, then we can go and ask about the cooking for you. I looked back and saw her standing there, ready to join, in front of me, a smile, of course, on the face of Herlfold. We sat down in the middle and asked her about it. We looked at each other in amazement, and Sheff began to speak a little more to me. The words broke me out of my frame. It turns out that she had a lot of fun with that feast, that's the way to put it. She took me by the arm and put me down next to her.