When Nonni Was Warding Off the Evil Eye
<p>The covers were pulled up to my mother’s chin and the smell of Ben Gay filled the room. The shades were drawn to darken the room as much as possible in the middle of the afternoon. I could see the pain of the migraine deadening my mom’s eyes. Any slight movement made her nauseous.</p>
<p>“Here. Take this down to your grandmother,” she told me, handing me her wedding band. “And don’t try it on.”</p>
<p>The seriousness in her voice frightened me and I ran down to my grandmother’s house as quickly as I could.</p>
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