Anna, true to form, had cultivated a quieter life. Her circle consisted of her parents, her sister, and a menagerie of rescued animals. Her greatest passion was cooking. From the simplest ingredients, she conjured culinary masterpieces. The family would often groan in mock despair, “Anna, not again! How are we supposed to stay in shape with these incredible smells coming from the kitchen?” She was a healer, a rescuer of strays. Her bedroom often resembled a veterinary triage unit, housing kittens with broken paws and birds with damaged wings.