Andrea and I were involved in a conversation at the dinner table. So, it was several minutes before we noticed Clara was no longer with us. She had pushed her chair back about 8 feet so that she was sitting against the wall lost in the shadow of our buffet table. Her food sat uneaten, cooling in the sun light. We told her to come back and finished eating, but she didn’t respond. She looked down at her hands glancing up periodically with a funny anxious look. “What is wrong?” I asked, “Is the sun in your eyes? I can close the shades.” “No.” She shook her head. Her mother and I exchanged confused glances, and waited. Finally the little girl found the strength…