Hawa Diallo is growing more fretful by the minute. She can't be late for her new job. But the cab driver doesn't know the town of Hastings-on-Hudson, New York, 15 miles from Hawa's neighborhood in the Bronx, and he's circling the streets while she tries to find the address from the caregiving agency. Then she sees a woman standing in front of one of the big, porch-lined houses, smiling and waving both arms. That must be the daughter, Hawa thinks, surprised that someone would run out into a winter night just for her.
Inside, the house is warm, filled with books and paintings. Instantly Hawa feels calmer, comforted somehow. It's like she's in her own mother's house again, though it's very different. In the living room, Hawa's new client, Charlotte, lies on a green recliner. She's 95 and can't stand by herself anymore, but at times a younger woman seems to peer out of her lively eyes. Hawa strokes Charlotte's foot and says, "Hi, Mama." Charlotte smiles and says, "Hi, baby," as if she's greeting a beloved returning home from a long trip.
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