"Lenora." My name rolled off her tongue. Despite the LinguaSoft, I’d never been able to master rolling my Rs like a native Spanish-speaker. For the millionth time, I regretted not paying attention when my mother had tried to teach me Spanish. But I’d only wanted to fit in, had dreaded the prejudice that she’d faced as an emigre to Seattle. Perhaps that was why I always insisted on being called Leni, and never used my full name, which was a mouthful: Lenora Maria Antonia de Torres. But I made allowances for Mama G.