“It was great to see you. I’ll tell Grandpa I ran into you.” She offered me her hand. I held it. She squirmed, unable to decide whether to sit back down or run away from me. I didn’t let go of her hand. “What’s your name?” She told me her name, but I didn’t know what to do with it. She tugged away. I held on tighter, now with both hands. The woman was so uncomfortable, I felt like crying. “Nice to meet you,” I said, and I finally let go of her hand. She stumbled back to her group. What the fuck was that? her friend’s bulging eyes said. I ordered another mezcal.
Lina as monster. No one is entirely monster or “virtuous doctor”. Momstirlio has his good and bad qualities.
