else to live.”
The room broke open. Where will we go, what about the children, you can’t mean this, you can’t be serious. I let it wash over me and I held my ground the way I had not held it in years, the way Patricia had meant when she said you’re not a guest, you’re a ghost, the way Demetrio had meant when he said this is ours.
“I can,” I said. “And continue reading …
