After a week of unusually heavy snowing, it was a warm and comforting Sunday morning in Los Angeles. The sun shone graciously in the Hollywood Hills and the house was enveloped in yellow haze of warmth.
Weather was never a direct influence on Anne’s mood, rather nothing at all had any immediate impact on her every day temperament. Anybody who looked at her, would in no time get fond her and this was accredited to Anne’s eternally graceful smile which never parted ways with her.