She's a wife.  And a mother.  Three young sons.  She arrived at Shiloh at 11 a.m.  Worn to a frazzle.  Took a nap.  At noon she was out on the balcony eating lunch.  Meatloaf, mashed potatoes and gravy, buttered carrots, salad, papaya, and coke.  Then it was a nap.  This evening she found our piano and spent an hour entertaining us.  Now she's back in her room for the night.  Tomorrow it will be breakfast and then on home.  Shiloh exists for moms like her.