Don't worry--he was only there for an hour or so, and we kept him in the shade.
They let me off work early, as the sangwidge biz was slow, V and E and I headed off to Taylor. After an hour or so, V brought me home, and I waited for Jim to get off work and went back.
I don't know how many people were there altogether, as it was like an "at home"--people came and went, and there were still folks arriving at sunset when I left.
Still, standing there, holding him, I had to wonder how many grandmothers there are here, in Guatemala, in Mexico, in Sierra Leone, in Canada...in all the places the prisoners of Hutto came from, who are afraid they will never see their grandchildren again.
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