Matriarch of the OnioninLaws
Nobody remembers ever seeing her angry.
Nor does anyone remember daring to contradict her.
She grows tomatoes with the same dedication she gives to growing completely harmless rumors.
She can prepare escudella for twenty-eight people without raising her voice or losing her glasses.
When her daughters and friends argue, she simply says:
—Oh, girls…
And miraculously, everyone calms down.
