When Anna moved to town, she refused to listen to her neighbors and their 'silly stories' about things.

She walked where she wanted, including through the cemetery, and stared long and hard at a statue decorated with strands of glass beads.

They were wasted on stone, she thought, and took a strand and jammed it in her pocket.

Anna never spoke of that night but she returned the beads the next day and added strands regularly after.

She listened to all the stories, too, and made sure any new residents knew...

The 'silly stories' truly weren't.