|Saint Joan of Arc, pray for us.|
“I need to have a car,” she says.
I ask why.
“I need to pick my granddaughter up from school” she says, “then I need to pick up my son from his school. Then I need to pick up my daughter when she gets off work. Then I need to take her to babysit her boyfriend’s children. After that’s all done, I have to get here, to work.”
She is telling me this as we take a carriage ride through the French Quarter. She is driving the mule, so she is in charge. It was quite the tour. We passed by the statue of Saint Joan of Arc. I don't remember much else.