Homecoming

In Natasha’s mind she was returning to her childhood home as tho she had not been gone lo these seventy odd years.  The Cabana huts at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa did resemble the colorful homes in that Central Asian Republic of her birth.  the Face of Everyman quickly assessed her state of mind and called out to her in her native tongue.  “Natasha.  It’s good to see you again. Your Mom is playing Bingo at the church.  Why not wait here for her?”  Social Services arrived soon and took over the situation.