Joan Zarsadias is a chirpy little woman, with a broad, bright smile and the good manners of a quintessential hostess. Even as she juggles the demands of looking after her young grandchildren, an intrinsic need to entertain prevails.
“Can I get you a drink or something to eat?” she asks, as her granddaughter wraps her tiny arms around her grandma’s leg and peers shyly at me.
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