Sometimes Miss Lowe stood before the class, our textbook propped against her hip; other times, she would sit on her desk and set the book beside her — tucking her wheat-gold hair behind her ear whenever it fell across her face.
It fell to her to tell her three sons that Colonel Tetzlaff was not the man they thought he was.
Last week, it fell to her to drive with her father to court in Winston-Salem and face the cameras with him after he pleaded not guilty to felony charges related to his long-secret affair.
As RAND's Saigon-based administrative assistant, it fell to her to pick up her new boss at the airport on his arrival.
In the words of her chronicler Nathaniel Hawthorne, "down it fell upon her shoulders, dark and rich, with at once a shadow and a light in its abundance, and imparting the charm of softness to her features".
From the far corner of the floor, as if through a window, I could see Welch upstairs, seated in front of a mirror, brushing her hair, then turning her head from side to side until it fell to her liking.
It fell though her roof in Oak Grove, Alabama, while she was asleep on her couch.
In the moments just before Kim Suozzi died of cancer at age 23, it fell to her boyfriend, Josh Schisler, to follow through with the plan to freeze her brain.
It fell to her shoulders in two coarse and wavy cascades.
It fell to her to tell Kevin his mother had died.
It fell to her to summarise, cajole, narrow differences, take messages back and forth.
