“We build a scha-pel,” says the Mother Superior, to the young black handyman who has showed up for a day’s work and a day’s wages. She has a thick German accent. She and her sisters are newcomers to America, refugees in fact. And the scene is not promising. We are in a near-desert somewhere in Arizona.
“Who’s we?” says handyman.
“You!” s…
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