In Santa Clarita, I made friends with Maura. She is the daughter of Tom, a new friend this year, a kindred spirit. Maura is five years old with red red hair and great big eyes. We played Barbies (just about all of whom are princesses) and then danced together to the soundtrack of Shrek 2. We sat together at breakfast. She told me her friends are bossy and sometimes she has to tell on one of them. She had the aura of a little girl well-cared for and deeply loved. In her beautiful house, on a sunny Sunday morning, we played. Later, at church, she brought me a picture of her mommy. She looked just like a princess.