Yesterday, I had my nails done. In between clipping, “You like short, right?” shaping, “I know, I know square round,” and painting, “This color’s so good for you. I don’t like that other color from last time, honey,” Annie** rolled out the story of how she came to this country from Vietnam in 1975. Annie told me how she later escaped from an almost unspeakably abusive husband and alone, knowing no English at first, raised three kids who have all graduated from college and now have good jobs and families …