Talsi, Latvia

Anca felt like a stranger in a strange land even though her people first arrived in Tasi two centuries ago. She owned a small neighborhood grocery and hired good people to run it, so her job was to find out what her neighbors wanted, so she could have it in stock, whether Chinese greens or balsa-wood gliders. She was generous and lucky; she had inherited a gift for listening and had a good supplier of sugar cookies. She may also have inherited a gift for being ingratiating, and she remembered everything.