Story by Rebecca Vukovic Space by Jeremy Smart
There were no greetings, no handshakes and no introductions.
Instead, we were welcomed into her home like we were old friends over for a dinner party. Catherine Deveny opened her front door and ushered us inside to the kitchen, announcing she was going to continue packing the dishwasher while we were free to make ourselves comfortable. As we stepped over the threshold, her beloved Jack Russell cross, Archie, came bounding down the hallway urging us to give him a pat.
