we are turning left into the middle of a knee-high yellow and green meadow patch of colorful wildflowers , too . the only decorations in sight were a dusty vase on a three-legged table and a black-and-white picture of an ancient woman dressed in an old-fashioned white dress . she asked , rubbing her eyes and then she glared up at him . yet his brain was as deaf as his heart . `` do you want to go somewhere ? '' i stopped and waited , adjusting the day pack to shift the irritating shoulder strap to a new location . 