Sometimes the best memories are introductions. They take place in tiny, unassuming places. For Wilhelmina, that place was a little mud house. Inside, she spotted a small, frail figure lying on a bed. It was dark, but obvious there was no other furniture in the room. Hesitant, and curious, Will greeted the woman in Creole. The response was immediate and exuberant. It almost took her off guard.