b' In my eyes she had always been old, always been mine, always been Granny Dan.\nBut in another time, another place, there had been dancing, people, laughter,\nlove. . . . She had had another life before she came to us, long before she came\nto me. . . . \nShe was the cherished grandmother who sang songs in Russian, loved to\nroller-skate, and spoke little of her past. But when Granny Dan died, all that\nremained was a box wrapped in brown paper, tied with string. Inside, an old pair\nof satin toe shoes, a gold locket, and a stack of letters tied with '