I kept trying to picture my mother or somebody, or my aunt, or Sally Hayes's crazy mother, standing outside some department store and collecting dough for poor people in a beat-up old straw basket.
Ama, edo izeba, edo Sally Hayesen ama txoriburu hura imajinatzen saiatu nintzen, erostetxe batzuen kanpoaldean geldirik, dirua biltzen pobreentzat lastozko saski hondatu zahar batean.