Two months in, a message from an older woman named Elise arrived. She’d lived on the same block for decades and had seen Frances at flea markets without ever speaking. Elise wrote to say that Frances’s piece about postcards—about the woman who sent postcards she never mailed—had reminded her of a stack of unsent postcards she’d kept since the ‘70s. She told Frances how, after watching, she posted one of her own postcards to an old address and waited to see who would answer. The comment was small, but it revealed what Frances had hoped for: that their work would make people act like kin—mailing, remembering, reaching.