I was in Brazil to learn Portuguese. One day when I was out on the street (to steal a pair of black knickers to go with my navy blue patterned T shirt) I noticed from behind an old lady edging along the pavement. Balanced on two walking sticks, she was dressed in beige trousers and a yellow crocheted top.
Not long after I returned home I saw the old lady again. She walked into the house where I was staying and revealed herself. Now her face was visible, her identity was quite obvious. She was the image of JC! Since she was not JC’s mother, I could only conclude that she must be her long long auntie.