“Freddie came to America as a weird little kid speaking three parts French to one part English. He used to read Voltaire and cry for his dad to take him out in the fields. He sure wasn’t Yankee Doodle Dandy. So there was this kid - Ramon Gomez. His folks broke their backs on the artichoke fields or any sort of work they could get. The boys were the same age...”
A bell started to ring in Anna’s head. She knew that name... something she had seen. Then it came to her.
“The Ramon Gomez Medical Foundation? It’s so famous and has some crazy unknown millionaire to bank roll it.”
Linda’s eyes filled with tears. Anna watched her fighting back emotions that were just too strong for her to contain. Suddenly the dam burst and she buried her face in her hands and sobbed. Uncertain of her reception s
