nurses when they’re trying to explain a complicated

drug regimen and the only translator may be the pa-

tient’s first-grade child. How can they be sure that a six-

year-old understands enough to tell her mother that she

needs to take the pills in increasing and decreasing dos-

ages? And don’t get me started on ID cards. We almost

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killed a man the other day. The record attached to that

particular ID card said that he wasn’t allergic to penicil-

lin, but guess what? The man who presented the card

that day was deathly allergic. We almost lost him.”

I showed her how to get into the site and suggested

key words that might pull up the info she was after.

I like Amy. She’s small and dark and claims to have

Latin blood somewhere in her background despite not

speaking a word of anything except English. She has a

firecracker fuse and gets passionate about causes, but she

also has a raucous sense of humor, all necessary traits to

stay married to Will.

He’s the oldest of my mother’s four children and a

bit of a rounder. Will’s good-looking and has a silver

tongue that could charm birds out of the trees or dol-

lars out of your pocket, which is why he’s such a good

auctioneer and just the person you want if you’re selling

off the furnishings of your grandmother’s house. He

doesn’t exactly lie, but damned if he can’t make your

granny’s circa 1980 pressed glass pitcher sound almost

as desirable as a piece of Waterford crystal.

While Amy roamed the Internet looking for factoids

to bolster her proposal, I read over what she had so far,

put some of her layman’s language into more precise le-

galese, and marked a few places where specific examples

would help illuminate the point she was making.

As she printed out the pieces she wanted to save, we

talked about the migrant problem. Floods of undocu-

mented aliens have poured into North Carolina in such a

very short time and not all are “Messicans” as Haywood

calls any Latino.

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“I heard Seth telling Will about y’all’s meeting last

Sunday.” She grinned. “Ostriches?”

We giggled about Isabel’s thinking hogs would be

more natural and about Robert’s reaction to the idea of

shiitake mushrooms.

“Seth said something about giving the kids some land

to grow some chemical-free crops?”

“They won’t be able to market their crops as organic

for a few years,” I said, “but it’s a start.”

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