“Find your family by joining ours.”
She sits at the corner table in the 80 degree sun, clutching a lime green winter down jacket to match her T-shirt, reading aloud from a New England Historical Genealogical Society brochure she picked up two addresses down. “Well, my last name is . . .” On she rambles, switching between a verbatim recitation of the brochure’s contents and personal commentary.
Her voice rises to a shrill holler that causes everyone else at the café tables to fear they’ve suddenly been drawn into a one-sided conversation. “FOR AS LOW AS $89.99 A MONTH. For $100 a month I can join your family?” She rattles off every variation in pricing, says she’ll put the pamphlet back. But instead she goes on in a Southern drawl, “All I have to do is sign the application—I betcha there’s an online- Yep, bet I can enter a credit card online.”
“I got friends. $150. That could be anybody. Aaannnyybbody for $150.” She repeats her last name a final time, as if a Genealogical Society employee was about to start issuing her information from the folds of the brochure. “I’ll put this back. Americanancestors.org,” she says it for memory, says it like some sort of flying banner advertisement for the sake of the café’s sun-soaking customers, and takes off down the street, still reciting aloud pricing options, benefits of membership, historical facts, until her voice trails off down the street.