It smells weird in here, she hears her say,
I can’t figure it out. Her eyes move around the room, curiously seeking out Something to explain the riddle. All day she felt the sadness creeping Through the pores of penetrable skin. Bleakness oozing from the previous night. She could taste it on the pillow. Today makes three months since Papá and
Nina went to the city, to speak to El Jefé About the missing cattle in our pasture. Papá was wearing his work boots. Today mamá told me in her soft voice, As she pulled the braids tight on my head, That we must go to the church and see if The shoes are there this time. |
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