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The Gentleman, 1966
A Time of Desire
Orla started seeing Dan in secret. Hotel afternoons. Dan the man, was well off. Orla, not so much poor as unpractised in the pleasure of spending money, luxuriated.
Red Letter Day
Amelia lies back against the cool cotton, splaying hands like white spindles.
The Son of Lee Van Cleef
Like a String
Leo wished he could tell his son how sometimes a thing like love can hurt too much, how it is like a string that vibrates, creating sound.
The Witness
Breath
“It shouldn’t be exposed like this,” she’d whisper. “We’re supposed to be ignorant. It works best that way.”
Neighborly Class
It is a little stunted, and the kernels are not always plumped out like fresh pillows, but it does well enough as bulk cattle feed, pellet chicken feed.
The Staircase
Now disheveled like an old beauty in her tattered dressing gown. Gravel disorderly mixed with dirt, gnawed hedges.
Buitre
All Us, Children
On the day we met, you wore an oversized poncho with dungarees and yellow, rubber boots.
The Devil’s Backbone
He had warned us. This wouldn’t be your travel agent’s Mexico, no rent-a-moped-and-go-out-for-margaritas vacation.
Battle of the Abuelas
The Blame Game
When my mother burned the bife acebolado, she blamed it on the magical prankster Saci.
Cenote
The air-conditioned shuttle jerked through traffic on overbuilt thoroughfares into a safe, pathetically normal tourist Mecca.
Penelope Thinks She Remembers Her Father
A Eulogy for Abuelo by Spider Woman
You wither—a dahlia whose pale, purple petals have wilted. Every time I see you it seems more of your petals have fallen to the ground.
Cecilia
Young boys on summer vacation encounter a young, lost woman.