The Church LadiesThe Church LadiesI’d never met the woman before. At least not as a semi-adult. Maybe back when I was a know-nothing kid. But the adult me was meeting her for the first time. I only wish it was under different circumstances.She wasn’t alone. As I opened the front door I saw she had brought someone with her. The two seemed a matching pair. Except for the age. Her companion was a little shorter and a lot older. But both had the same round face, the same brown eyes, and the same sympathetic smile. Mother and daughter.I knew who they were, sort of. They normally sat at the front of church. Near the Guadalupana’s, but not part of them. My sister said they were the real deal. I guess that’s why they were here instead of all the other old ladies from church.I returned their smiles as a stepped to the side, letting them in.“Buenos dias,” I said.Good day.“Buenos dias mijo,” The younger one said. “I tu mami?”I led them inside, cl
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