Chapter 6A shriveled white-haired woman tended her garden with the skill of a professional horticulturalist. The lines on Birdie Crew's face told a thousand stories, mostly about the price for being a sun worshipper for most of her well-traveled life. Her face resembled crepe paper pressed into place to simulate features. If she didn't open her mouth, it was difficult to tell she had lips. Yet, her toothy smile was complimented by the twinkle in her bright blue eyes. Her appearance played on the soul, and her satirical nature and antics reminded how the old face and body harbored a wealth of joy and vitality.
Everything Sara presently knew of The Islands, its people and culture, she learned from Birdie in the two months prior to leaving for Vietnam. Birdie chatted an endless source of kno
