Mirella wanted to travel. She could start in Latin America, visit cities where she spoke the language. Sit in cafés, drink wine, be anonymous. See things. She had considered Europe, too, maybe Canada, or Florida, there were beaches in this country, too. She would go anywhere just to let in a bit more life. Her entire world had been Aguas Frescas and then Halsey Street. It was too grim to think about—but she had her savings, and now she had her time. All she had to do was work on Ralph, manage to lure him away from the store so that he could go with her. And she had to fix Penelope, too, before
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