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He’d been taught this years ago: it was best to try to live as normally as possible.
“You look beautiful,” he told her when she’d finished. “Don’t say that, you know I don’t like it.” “You always were beautiful. Rosario was pretty, but you’re beautiful.” “But you love her, so don’t talk to me like that.”
Contemptuously, he had told them the sacrifices were going to die anyway. What had gotten into them, defending those nobodies like that? Those people are marked for death, girls. We’re doing them a favor.
the Darkness was coming down, down like a black sky or a bottomless throat, and it seemed to have eyes and to be able to choose.
“Luckily for you, this god is bored and only wants to know if you killed Rosario. If you killed your daughter. I want you to admit it, Mercedes, because this hand won’t leave any skin over your bones. I don’t respect the blood. I don’t know what that means.”
He picked up the Keats book and stood looking at his father from the door. He was going to say something (What? That he loved him?), but his dad had already taken another drink from the bottle, and his eyes were closing.
How he hated those movies and TV shows with heroic patients who bore their suffering in silence and inspired others.
“It’s just so sad. I know you kids don’t much like Juan, or you’re scared of him, I don’t know, but he’s a good guy. A little different, maybe. But good.” Vicky thought, How can you say that, he hits Gaspar and he’s crazy, but she didn’t want to fight.
The dead travel fast, he remembered the phrase that had frightened him when he first read it, but it didn’t scare him anymore, I hope you get where you’re going fast, Mom.
“Where are you, Dad? You’re not my father. My father loved me. Who are you?” The silence was so complete that Gaspar thought this man who couldn’t be his father must have left. “I’m empty.”
Now the guilt twisted his chest from inside, now he knew the only person who could tell him where Adela was and who had taken her was his father, and his father wasn’t going to talk to him ever again.
