Payne's Prairie is a large swamp south of Gainesville. At the time, I hadn't heard of it. Or Ginnie Springs, where, according to my mother, crystal-clear blue water rises out of the limestone. There's knocking and the front door swings open. Mom stops fiddling with the air conditioner and stares.
Terry walks in.
She is all smiles. There are warm introductions. I'm digging through bath towels when I hear Terry, her voice much louder than usual. I hear my mother say softly. Oh my God.