The last time I was with Charmaine, her hair was thinning, her skin pale, and her sense of direction erratic. We were driving around in Ventura, in the dark, looking for her house. Cheerfully she assured me at every turn, "Don't worry, we'll be there. Just a little further . . ." Charmaine, you have arrived at your resting place. Sleep, dear, peace be with you. A thought sent afloat, today, this moment, from Carrie.