“Mama,” I said quietly, “How come no one ever talks about this Tío Emilio?”
She gave me her stern look. I could tell she didn’t want to talk about him. But I didn’t care. I wanted to know more about this new tío that no one talked about. So I just stood there, waiting.
By Richard Juarez
“Vincent,” my mother yelled, “Did you finish putting the wax on the floors?”
About the only time she talked to me lately was to yell about another chore to do around the house. Which was better than a few weeks before, when she was yelling at me all the time for the great Coke robbery, and for everything else she could remember I’d done lately. [Read more…]