Years With Laura Diaz, the (2011)
“Avenida Sonora: 1934 ONE FINE DAY, Aunts Hilda and Virginia disappeared.
Leticia got up at six in the morning, as she usually did, and prepared breakfast—mangos and quinces, mameys and peaches, huevos rancheros, bran bread, café con leche—which at seven o’clock she would arrange on the table at the places marked by the napkins rolled into silver rings.
She glanced sadly—later she realized her melancholy was a premonition—at the places set for her three sisters and the silver initials, H, V, MO.... When they failed to appear by seven-fifteen, she went to María de la O’s room and awakened her.
“I’m sorry. I had very annoying dreams.”
“What did you dream about?”
“About a wave … I don’t know,” said the almost embarrassed Auntie. “Damn dreams, why do they leave us so quickly?”
Leticia went right to Hilda’s door, where her knock was not answered. She opened it slightly and saw that the bed hadn’t been slept in. She opened the armoire doors and noticed that one hanger was bare, the one that normally held the long white nightgown with the lacy bodice which Leticia had washed and ironed thousands of times.MoreLess
Leticia got up at six in the morning, as she usually did, and prepared breakfast—mangos and quinces, mameys and peaches, huevos rancheros, bran bread, café con leche—which at seven o’clock she would arrange on the table at the places marked by the napkins rolled into silver rings.
She glanced sadly—later she realized her melancholy was a premonition—at the places set for her three sisters and the silver initials, H, V, MO.... When they failed to appear by seven-fifteen, she went to María de la O’s room and awakened her.
“I’m sorry. I had very annoying dreams.”
“What did you dream about?”
“About a wave … I don’t know,” said the almost embarrassed Auntie. “Damn dreams, why do they leave us so quickly?”
Leticia went right to Hilda’s door, where her knock was not answered. She opened it slightly and saw that the bed hadn’t been slept in. She opened the armoire doors and noticed that one hanger was bare, the one that normally held the long white nightgown with the lacy bodice which Leticia had washed and ironed thousands of times.MoreLess
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