“So you’ll stay here alone?” Magos asked. “We’ll be fine.” “I’ll stay with you.” “I’ll stay too,” Joseph said. “Maybe we can clear this rubble a bit. Patch up the kitchen. It seems like the wall only knocked down some of the windows. Nothing structural.” Joseph picked up a rock, formerly part of the wall, and heaved it into the street. “Thank you,” Lucía said. She stared at the collapse with both hands resting on her cane. Magos put an arm around her. Lucía turned away from the debris. “Let’s make us some tea.”
