We would always be a little late to church, arriving when everyone was already seated upstairs in pews, listening to the piano player. I remember walking upstairs and sitting down, watching my grandmother playing the piano. Then she would finish and leave the room, only to arrive a bit after the pastor had begun speaking. She would sit beside us, kiss us and whisper hellos. She would always call me 'doll' and ask how I was. Every time she left the room, I knew she would soon come back to sit down, and call me doll.