Today, Aunt Mary's farmhouse outside of Wakefield has a spruced up, extra tidy look about it. Lefty's journals and seed catalogs were all stacked away in the magazine stand, and Aunt Mary's mending basket had been relegated to the top of the sewing machine in her bedroom, there were flowers on the table, and the smell of freshly baked apple pie drifting in from the kitchen. It was all for the anticipated arrival of Aunt Mary's friend Del Shipley, who was due from Chicago any minute...