Sara was open, nondefensive. She told Bobby she was the fourth of four children, three older brothers. By heritage she was Hungarian, Chickasaw, and English. “And with gypsy and American Indian roots actually being in Asia,” Sara said, “I guess I’m an Amero-Euro-Asian mutt.”
“Perfect blend,” Bobby said. “Look at Josh and how great he turned out.”
“Oh thanks.” Sara laughed.
On one walk Sara explained, “Life just sort of acted upon Mom.”
“Um.” Bobby wanted to know details.
“She wasn’t very aggressive, but I know now she was passive-aggressive. She always got her way. She’d pout or whimper. Make us all feel guilty. Poor-me-type behavior. And everybody’d cave in.”
“When you meet Miriam”—Bobby had already told Sara about his mother—“you’ll see that different isn’t necessarily ... well ...
