The habit of begging, that plague of tourist resorts, is an incessant nuisance on the Alhambra hill.
Mom spent the time that she was supposed to be a kid actully raising children, her younger brother and younger sister. She was tough as nails and did not suffer fools at all. And the truth was she could not afford to. She spoke the truth, bluntly, directly, and without much varnish. I am her son.
I was brought up a Catholic and I was quite fervent, because I was sent to a convent school.
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