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people with a start in a new country? No matter what, I have to give them the option. They may not want to accept my offer. If they do, I will have lots of work for them to do. I will for once in a long time have a family. Someone to share holidays. Maybe little Jose would call me Granny. No, that’s silly and I’m too young to be a Granny. Maybe Aunt Ella would sound good. Ella’s mind was racing, racing crazy.
                  Juan saw Ella walk up to the store front with her arms weighted down. He opened the door and ran to her aid.
                  “Ms. Ella you have your arms full. Let me help you.” Juan tried to take the bags from Ella’s arms.
                  “Grab the coffee percolator I have everything else under control.” Just then the coffee can dropped to the floor.
                  “Well, I thought I had everything under control.” She laughed as the can rolled across the floor.
                  Only a few grounds of coffee spilled from the Folgers can. Maria ran for the broom but Ella told her not to worry the grounds could be swept up later.
                  “We need to put on a pot of coffee and make some toast.” Ella said.
                  Maria seemed puzzled, Ella soon realized Maria had never seen a percolator.
                  “I’ll make the coffee” Ella said. “And Juan you plug in the toaster. Maria you can set the table with our fine china.”
                  Maria looked puzzled. “What fine china?” Maria asked.
                  Ella gave a hearty laugh and said, “The paper plates and plastic forks. We must use the floor for our table.” She reminded them.
                  Ella served the food and as everyone was enjoying their breakfast she asked, “Where is Jose, his usually up by now?”
                  “He’s sleeping he ran a fever last night and was crying most of the night.” Maria said.
                  “Is he okay?” Ella questioned.
                  “I think his cutting teeth.” Maria told Ella without much concern.
                  They finished with breakfast and Ella told them she wanted to talk with them.
                  “Yes, Ella what do you want to tell us? We will be out of your way soon. I hope we have not run out our welcome.”
                  “Oh no, Juan, that’s not it at all.” she assured him.
                  Little Jose began to cry.
                  “His cry is so faint are you sure he is okay?” Ella said as she ran to the makeshift bassinet. Juan had made for Jose.
                  Jose was barely breathing. Ella grabbed Jose and ran toward the front door.
                  “Get my purse, here Maria take Jose we must get to the hospital. Your baby is very ill.” Ella told them.
                  “We can not take him to the hospital we do not have any money.” Juan told Ella.
                  “That doesn’t matter. We are going to the hospital.” Ella said as she ran toward the car.
                  Ella found her keys, locked the door and by this time Juan, Maria and Jose were in the Ford wagon. Ella drove as fast as possible trying not to put them in danger. She stopped abruptly at the emergency room entrance, ran into the hospital, told the first person she saw there was a baby barely breathing. As Maria rushed through the hospital door personnel took Jose from her arms.
                  “Stat!” the nurse yelled taking Jose to a curtained off area.
                  Ella, Juan and Maria sat for what seemed to be a long time before the doctor came out with the dreaded news.
                  “I’m Dr. Burnett, your baby has a heart condition and will need surgery. His heart is not pumping blood as it