Greetings, dear friend. I remember hearing that story from my friend's Grandfather who lived across the street from me when I was growing up. Lorette's mother had come over from Italy. I remember the only thing I could say to her was "Ciaoo Nonna" and I would give her a smile and she would motion with her hand for me to sit down and then she would talk on and on to me in Italien and although I never knew what she was saying, I listened anyway because she had something to share.
I wish you good health and hope you can find work soon so you can come and visit us more often.