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gure out how to get the company to stop building
the dam and stop polluting the river and go to hell.
I sat downa bit stunned. My Spanish was passably goodthanks to the years of Hallie’s refugees
sleeping on my couchbut some of Do?a Althea’s more idiomatic swear words were new ones on me. Also
she referred to me as la huérfanathe orphan. They always called Hallie and me that. It seemed unkind.
“My husband used to be a crane operator when the mine was running” shouted a woman in the back
row. “He would know how to fix up them bulldozers from hell to breakfast.”
“My husband was a dynamite man” volunteered another woman. “That would be quicker.”
“Excuse mebut your husbands won’t put Chinese arithmetic past no bulldozers” said Viola. Mrs.
Crane Operator and Mrs. Dynamite seemed unperturbedbut Viola added thoughtfully“No offense. Mine
would be just as lazyexcept he’s dead.”
Mrs. Galvez nodded. “Wellthat’s the truth. My husband says the same thing‘The
lawyers will fix it
uphoney.’ If the men were any use they’d be here tonight instead of home watching the football game.”
“What are you talking about
football?” asked Mrs. Dynamite. “Muchachadidn’t you hear? Th [link widoczny dla zalogowanych]yilai:
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