stone blocking my path. âYes.â
âYoung ones?â
She nodded again. The sleet was blowing across the porch, wetting and darkening the floorboards.
âYou should consider buying them something. Animals provide wonderful educational opportunities for children. Even something as inexpensive as a hermit crab or a hamster can give them a window into a new world.â
Adelinaâs mother stifled a cough. âThis isnât a good time. You wanna talk, come back later.â Her voice was flat and impatient. It held faint traces of a Spanish accent.
âI understand your eldest daughter is an animal lover. Maybe you can put her in charge.â
The womanâs breath caught in her throat. âHow you know about my daughter?â she demanded.
âAdelina came into my store,â I lied. âShe told me you wanted to buy something for your children. You just didnât know what.â
Uncertainty danced in the womanâs eyes. âWell, sheâs not here now.â
âReally? Whereâd she go? Is she off on a trip somewhere?â
The woman brushed a tendril of hair away from her eyes and frowned. âYes, Sheâs traveling.â She nodded toward the inside of her house. âI got her brothers and sisters to take care of.â She began to close the door.
âPlease.â I put my hand on the door and leaned against it to keep it open. âFive minutes. Thatâs all Iâm asking. Just five minutes.â
She kept pushing. âI got laundry to do. I got dinner to make.â
âIf you donât let me in,â I blustered, âIâm going to be back here with the police.â
The door stopped moving. âYou ainât got no right ...â she protested.
âI got all the right in the world,â I informed her. âYour daughter is involved in the theft of a large amount of money.â Not that eight thousand dollars was a large amount these days, but it was still a felony. âNow,â I continued, âmy client doesnât want to involve the police.â
âElazaro.â The woman spat out Eliâs name. âYou work for that hijo de puta. He should be ashamed.â
âOf what?â
âOf causing all this trouble.â
âThatâs an interesting point of view, blaming the victim for the crime.â
Her eyes flashed. âHe said bad things.â
I didnât ask what. âThatâs why Iâm here,â I lied again. âHe sent me to apologize.â
The woman opened her mouth and closed it again.
âI didnât tell you the truth at first because I didnât think youâd listen to me.â I slid my foot in the doorway, hoping she wasnât going to slam it shut. âAll Eli wants is whatâs rightfully his back. He doesnât care about anything else.â
The woman tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. âI got to unpack the groceries,â she said, and she flung the door open and beckoned for me to follow her.
The heat embraced me as I walked inside the small entrance hall. I unbuttoned my jacket and stepped over and around the coats, boots, hats, gloves, scarves, and book bags strewn on the floor. The living room was on my right. I glanced in. The walls were painted a light green. White curtains hung from the windows. A sofa and a love seat, both in a matching checked print, were arranged around a large, square, wood coffee table that was covered with books, papers, crayons, and toys. Two end tables held lamps and a number of pictures. Three children, two boys and a girl, ranging in ages from four to twelve, were sitting cross-legged on the carpet in front of the television set squabbling with each other while they passed a big bag of tortilla chips back and forth between them.
The woman paused by the doorway. âI donât want no crumbs on the floor,â she said.
The kids nodded. Their eyes never left the TV screen. They
Gabriel García Márquez, J. S. Bernstein