“Mom, isn’t it a bit too early?”
“Early? The rain has almost fl ooded your ass!”
In our home dialect, she spoke with a note of bitterness that somehow originated from her encounter with death. She composed a strong picture with an element of quirkiness in her strange voice, as though the words came from somewhere in the distance, in the past. Her nose was blocked, but not her fi rmness. It was the fi rst time she had actually showed such a sense of humor.