“I thought so. I saw you at the Polish festival this spring at Holy Trinity Church. Your hair was braided in loops and you wore a fancy dress. I was working the kielbasa stand.” “My mom makes me dance for a folk troupe,” said Donna, recalling her traditional dress – the flowy white gown with embroidery on the chest. “I didn’t see you at the stand. My mom got one with kraut and gravy. I got tomato sauce and green peppers on mine.” “That grill gets pretty hot when you’re frying
