“She made a lot of people promise things.”
Denise laughed softly. “That was your mother. She was bossy even when she was dying.”
Yo también me reí. Y entonces lloré. Y Denise se quedó al teléfono conmigo hasta que salió el sol.
At nine o’clock the next morning, I picked Ray up in front of the shelter.
He was waiting on the curb. He’d gotten there early. He was wearing the same corduroy jacket, but he’d washed it somehow, and the elbows were damp.
We drove to the salon. Brenda was already there, an hour before opening. She had a paper bag on the front counter.
En el interior había un par de botas de trabajo de cuero marrón, apenas usadas. Una camisa azul claro con botones, todavía con la etiqueta de la tienda. Un cinturón.
Y un billete de veinte dólares, plegado por la mitad.
