was to be a part of giving something back to his family. This was her vision of the worldâone, she thought, that stood in opposition to Skinnerâs. A place where people took care of one another, and made sacrifices for one another, and no one was left behind.
They finished their stew, except for her mom, whose bowl looked entirely untouched for all her poking at it, and shortly after that, Arturo and his mother returned to the kitchen, both of them wiping their eyes. Arturo handed the phone back, and his mother grabbed Luke in a hug tight enough to squeeze a grunt out of him. He smiled and hugged her back.
âDios te bendiga, Lucas,â she said. âMuchas gracias.â
âYouâre welcome,â he said.
She let him go and began clearing their bowls away, appearing much happier than when theyâd first met her, and Eleanor was pretty sure the amount of food left in their dishes was the last thing on the womanâs mind.
âFelipe say you need help,â Arturo said. âSo I help you. What you need?â
âI think someone might be tracking my plane,â Luke said. âI need to clean it.â
Arturo nodded. âWhen?â
âSoon,â Luke said. âNow.â
âOkay.â Arturo pulled out his own phone and staccatoed away at its screen with his thumbs for a moment. âOkay, sÃ,â he said. âWe meet you at your plane.â
âGracias,â Luke said. âWeâre at the international airport. South hangars.â
âOkay,â Arturo said. âWe will meet in thirty minutes. I take care of it.â
Luke nodded and rose from the table. So did the rest of them, and Eleanor asked Arturo how to say
thank you for the soup
in Spanish.
He looked up from his phone and blinked. âGracias por la sopa.â
Eleanor nodded and tried her best to repeat that to Arturoâs mother. The older woman smiled, said something back, and offered her a hug not quite as tight as the one sheâd given Luke, but warm and more motherly than most of the hugs Eleanor had ever received from her own mom. Then Arturo showed them out, and they found their way back to the edge of the Tepito market through an evening sunlight that bronzed the canopies over their heads.
They summoned another black shadow of a cab that came and drove them back to the airfield. There they found their plane situated in a hangar near therunways, and it seemed Lukeâs bribe had worked for now, because no one else was around. Luke set about opening up panels he could reach from the ground and getting the plane ready for the sweep. Betty stayed by his side, helping, while Eleanor and her mom sat down on a couple of metal folding chairs they found near a mobile computer terminal.
âI guess Simonâs not back,â her mom said.
The way she said his name brought up a question that had been buzzing around her head for a while. âSimon?â she said, stretching his name into a tease.
âOh, stop it,â her mom said.
âHe calls you Sam,â Eleanor said. âNo one calls you Sam.â
âMy friends do.â
âSo heâs just a friend, then?â
Her mom hesitated. âHeâs a handsome man with a brilliant mind I admire. But given our present circumstances, I have not given a lot of thought to romance. Iâm sure you can understand that.â
Eleanor smirked. âIf you say so.â
âWeâve become close,â her mom said. âBut nothing has happened, and I donât see anything happening.â She crossed her legs, her ankle immediately bouncing in the air. âMaybe when this is all over.â
âHe is handsome,â Eleanor said, smiling sideways.
Her mom gave her a gentle swat on the arm, and Eleanor felt the affection in it, but after watching Arturoâs mother, she was left wanting . . . more.
Not long after that, Arturo came, and he brought with him a man and a woman. He