For my father, Philo, and my son, John, each of whom has taught me to see the world through his eyes. P.M.
For Chris D.R.
Of all the houses that I know, I like my grandpa's best. My friend Peter has a new glass house with pebble-path gardens that go nowhere. And Maggie lives next door in an old wooden house with rooms behind rooms, all with carved doors and brass doorknobs. They are fine houses. But Grandpa's house is my favorite. Because I see it through Grandpa's eyes.
She says it sternly. But Grandpa is right. Her voice smiles to me. I know. Because I'm looking though Grandpa's eyes.