“You shouldn’t encourage her,” Mirella said. “Filling her head with tonterías. I’m the one who has to make sure she is prepared for life.” “Being an artist doesn’t seem to be the problem in Penelope’s life.” “Y eso?” Mirella leaned across the table and pointed her finger in Ramona’s face. “What are you trying to say?” “Nothing, except I know how you all live over there. Without neighbors, without friends. At least, Penelope has something she loves.” “It’s not the campo, Ma. You can’t leave your door open at night and yell at anyone who passes, ‘Oigan! Que vengan para ’ca. Hice un sancocho y me
...more
