The oldest, Catherine Smith, a modest 51-year-old in a peach pantsuit, says she came to learn what to tell her children and grandchildren.

And the mailbox says your name is Smith, Catherine Smith.

Catherine Smith was standing by the player watching me.

Catherine Smith hummed softly along with the music.

I took from my pocket the tube of ointment Catherine Smith had given me.

Apparently neither Catherine Smith nor her alleged father were at home.

Catherine Smith and her Man Friday had no monopoly on the technique or the equipment.

One evening I came back to my motel room to find Catherine Smith waiting for me.

Catherine Smith wins this week's writing competition for her description of a nerve-racking road crossing in Hanoi.

Catherine Smith noted that her mother was the one most responsible for the development of Smith's patrician demeanor.