But that was crazy. Mama G was a sweet, harmless, and somewhat loco elderly woman who talked to the snakes in her garden, walked around her kitchen in circles, and puttered about with supposed herbal remedies. She was hardly the stuff of which dangerous revolutionaries were made. "Ramirez is a pretty common last name," I pointed out. "Yeah," Rafael agreed. "José said he had a hard time finding me. But the AFL didn’t want to just dump Mama Grande in Houston. She wasn’t able to take care of herself, and needed somewhere to live and someone to take care of her. And so they made a point of tracking me down."