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She was a tiny woman from the hills of Italy, now wed to an Italian man in America, an arranged marriage.
Her grown unmarried sons had jobs in a nearby shop. Each left an empty lunchbox in the kitchen after work. My mom was visiting the immaculate home and saw a couple of roaches. She guessed where the roaches had come from. The shop must have been full of them.
The latest addition to the family was still a baby. Mom spoke no italian. “The roaches–bite the baby.” she told the woman, making hand motions. The woman went wild.