Look at Flaca: loving a woman so openly, under a broad blue sky. The high of it. She’d watched it play across Flaca’s face. She wondered whether she, Romina, would ever know what that felt like. To love so openly even for a minute of her life. And if the chance did come, would she be able to take it? Even if the other two miracles fell into place—a woman who would love her, and a place where she could love—would she have it in her to love back?
