Jenny: Nana, this is my good friend Kathleen.
Nana: Ohh, that’s a good strong Irish name, are you Irish?
Kathleen: Me? No, haha, I’m Chinese
Nana: Ohh! Have you met Chinese Mark?
Nana: “There’s that Chinese church!”
JT: “Yeah Nana, they are Christians too, just like you.”
Nana: “I wonder, does their God look Chinese?”
There is a long pause. After a minute of pensive reflection…
Nana: “He must.”
[While showing photos from games at Fenway Park and the Boston Garden]
PD: “Here’s a picture of where we sat at a Celtics game. It was the very last row at the top.”
Nana: “We used to call that [racial slur] heaven.”
Nana: “[Your late grandfather] ate all the awful things… I guess it’s a Polish meal.”
Nana: “Kristian! Johnny said this was your gum!”
KT: “No, that’s not mine, but I’ll take it…”
Nana: “No you won’t! It’s Chinese, it probably has lead in it!”