My Vietnamese Granddaughters
"Hey you," I heard yelled peremptorily at my back as I knelt by the flower bed under the picture window, weeding and clearing out the dead shoots. "YOU!" shouted louder and from a closer distance this time. I turned slowly to face the offending noise, and was blinded for a second by the sun shining over her shoulder, but then simply panicked when I recognized the silhouette. 'VIET CONG' screamed silently and irrationally through my brain as I threw myself flat on the ground and rolled...