Más se perdío by M.C.A. Hogarth

Más se perdío by M.C.A. Hogarth

“They don’t know,” I tell my mother.

We are sitting at a table in a bookstore cafe. Between us, my daughter looks at a book on ocean mammals. There is espresso growing tepid on the table.

“No,” she agrees.

“They don’t have our family history,” I say.

“No,” she says.

“And it’s because of our family history,” I say.

Her laugh is without mirth. “I’m sorry.”

“No,” I say. “No, don’t be. I’m glad. I’d rather know. I’d rather know to fear the ...