“You’re late, Isaac.”
At five o’clock that morning, like he had done every morning, Ibrahim Delgado woke to the sound of screeching roosters.
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It was no use trying to talk sense into Sylvia when she got like this.
“Why is everything so fucking dark lately? What happened to happily ever after?”
I wish you hadn’t helped me last year.
I waited in line at the grocery store and stared at the tabloid magazines.
By the time Mariel arrives at the water’s edge, the sun’s hanging low.