My Grandma Marta, God rest her soul, was a FOX in her twenties! I set the dusty photograph back on the stack of old books where it had been lying and coughed for several seconds before catching my breath. I was standing in her attic. I had left the arguments of my extended family below stairs where they belonged. My cousins, uncles, and aunts all had very specific ideas of what Grandmother’s earthly possessions were their...