A peaceful smile

She's still using the digital reader. But how to turn it on and off remains a mystery. Last night she was reading in bed across from where I was working. She didn't see me staring at her; she was engrossed in the story. There was a peaceful smile on her face. I watched for a long time, until she finally looked up. "You're smiling," I said. "She's such a good writer," she said. It was no longer about the technology of the reading machine, or the confusion in the reader's mind. Annie Dillard's storytelling had taken over.