Apparently I look like I need to be saved

according to the twin sisters I served tea to the other night. In exchange, I received a nice pamphlet with a graphic image of the Crucifixion titled, "HEAR YE HIM!"  If I hadn'tve shown it off so much maybe I wouldn't've lost it. Oh well. Guess all hope is lost.

They reminded me of the actress who played Luna Lovegood. You know, that googly eyed, all-knowing look from behind the bifocals.  Hair a crazy, frizzy mess. Well, they were nice and quite entertaining. We got to talking and they asked me if I was Assyrian, and I responded that I am a quarter Arabic on my fathers side. Perhaps that was a mistake because they simultaneously drew in a breath, looked at each other, and back to me with increased intensity.

"Who is Arabic???" They probed. "Ohhh, yourr grrrandfather. And wherr is he frram?"

I knew it was coming.

"OHHH, Iraq! Our family is frram der too! Your grrandfather, he is not Assyrian???"

And for the 7 thousandth time in my life I say, "No, he's just Arab."

"So hhee is Maslim, yourr grrandfather???"

And for the 10 thousandth time in my life I say, "No, he's Christian." As if it matters.

Finally, they asked, "What is his name, your grrandfather???" And I mumbled it, reminding myself, "BOUNDARIES, Evelynn, BOUNDARIES." God dammit.