I came home one day last October to find Chris in the front yard, leaning on our rake, hunched down and looking through the window of a car, talking with two ladies inside. The driver, Colleen, was the daughter-in-law of her 90-something passenger, Phyllis Doxey McAffee. Mrs. McAffee had lived in our house as a young girl. We invited them in for an impromptu tour. Mrs. McAffee peered into our office and saw her parents’ bedroom. She saw herself at age 7 visiting her youn