Betty's gift for making friends was manifested before we left the airport. As the departure time drew near, Mort and I looked around for Betty and found her chatting up strangers. After an earlier incident in which she had invited a crook to live with her on Prospect Road, we were leery about some of these contacts, but most of them turned out well. For example, in Mumbai, a sister of a friend, Raj, saw us around the city and made sure we all got to the airport to come home. We were met in SF by Mac and Michelle, who were probably the most faithful of Betty's friends. Betty and I, nearly 35 years ago, began walking together several times a week in the Fremont Older preserve. She invited me, and my family, to use her pool, and share music, as well as other events for the rest of the time she lived on Prospect.