Mother gave one of her classic lines in 1967.
Her 60th birthday present was a visit to us in Jeremie, Haiti.
Delphine and I went to Port-au-Prince to meet her plane. We were collecting her bags at the airport.
By now I felt comfortable in the language, so to show off — “Look, Ma! No translator!” — I made sure Mom could hear me negotiating price with a taxi driver and telling him where we wanted to go.
The strange sounds gave her pause, but not for long.
“Davy, does he understand you!?”