Pam runs an interior design business with her sister down on Sullivan Street. She is quiet, unassuming, given to small, endearing fits of melancholy and nearly always ready to cook, bake or otherwise produce something delicious.
"So I come off the subway at Union Square and there are all these Jesus people milling around trying to talk to people. There was this older white woman with a painter's cap on with the name Jesus emblazoned in bright orange all over it. She was standing next to a black man who was carrying a sign that said something about how great Jesus is. It looked like they were from two different groups of Jesus people and as I walk by I hear her say to him 'So you're saying my Jesus comes from the Devil?'"
- Auntie Jessie, last night at dinner, anecdotal evidence for how crazy things are.
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