Longtime readers of The Sun reading the following essay may be reminded of another essay of mine, “Sharing History with Rufus,” published in 1983. A part of that essay dealt with the relationship between my dog Rufus and my neighbor Cynthia. Over the years I’ve come to realize that the act of fitting Cynthia into that essay — in a role that was largely comic — did something of a disservice to the complex woman I had known. Hopefully this essay gives back to Cynthia something that was taken away.