“Does my mother know?” Sam asked. “About you?” Aracely’s laugh was not the wild, reckless thing he sometimes heard coming from the wisteria-colored house. Now it was warm, almost pitying. “Of course she does. How do you think you ended up here?” “What are you talking about?” Sam asked. “I met your mother before you two moved here,” Aracely said. “She came with a cousin who wanted a lovesickness cure, and we started talking about you. I told her if she ever wanted to move out here, I couldn’t promise much, but I could promise I’d watch out for you.” This time Aracely’s laugh was lighter. She
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