NADA BIRTHED ME RIGHT THERE on Black Mountain. A Christmas baby born with a caul. Nada called it a face veil. Either way, the thing was supposed to give me power through a special gift. That’s what Nada told me, and she was the smartest woman I ever knew. So, I watched for my gift like a girl at her own birthday party. It wasn’t until I was ten years old that I understood there wasn’t bows and wrapping...