Coconut Grove you will remember me.

She lifted her head and smiled, ever so slightly.

The island, she murmured. I was born there. My siblings, too. We had to leave but. . .that's my home. I'm trying to find it again.

She let herself dissolve for a few blissful moments into the thought of the island before bringing herself back to consciousness. To conversation.

And you? she asked, cocking her chin in query.