| As we walked in the front door—me carrying a box of supplies, and Mary carrying the baby—Woody had his camera and caught the moment |
The Bences and
Woodmans got into a routine of playing mahjong Sunday afternoons at our house,
with gin and tonics. During one such sesson, the phone rang, a rare occurrence.
Mary answered; it was a fellow American acquaintance. “The priest wants to meet
with Steve and me,” she said. “They don’t have a phone at the church.”
“You two must be
in deep trouble,” Woody joked. “You better go; we’ll wait here until you get
back.”

