I hesitated as I approached, and she introduced herself as Tula's sister; reassuring me that it was okay to come inside and that her husband would be home shortly! The tea was terrific, we chatted about child-rearing, she dug out her copy of Mead, carefully placed in a trunk beside the family Bible, but when I suggested a photo, she insisted on covering up in modesty. She invited me down to the beach that evening at sunset, when the older women and children would be returning from shell-fishing.