Alina came to Alabama from communist Romania with a banjo on her knee at the omnipotent age of three. While her friends were learning how to muster the appropriate southern lingo, she wore red jeans to Catholic school and learned from the nuns that communism was thick as blood and showed up in the color of your genes. Or jeans. It wasn't quite as clear as the glass windows of the Popemobile. So she expanded her (albeit) limited horizons. .
These days, Alina practices the fine southern art of sauntering around aimlessly with her three unschooled children hoping to attract the eye of that native-born city slicker she married. As a stay-at-home feminist, she refuses to keep more than one room of the house tidy at a time and maintains a strict “cleaning on weekdays†policy. This explains why the family often camps out in the backyard at night.
Oh, and she lacks a Protestant work ethic.