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you can hear your own pulse.
Your mother answers first.
“Elena is indisposed. The evening overwhelmed her. She is resting.”
“Then I will wait until she wakes.”
“That is impossible,” Doña Carmela says, her voice tightening. “It is past midnight.”
Francisco’s reply is calm.
“So it is.”
You almost smile through your tears.
Downstairs, your father clears his throat.continue reading …
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