“The evening air was cool and slick tickling across her bare chest. She kneeled beside Guillermo’s grave, and under her breath, for long minutes afterwards she mumbled prayers to guide him from the afterlife . . . She bent forward,… — Cèsar Sanchez Zapata Dia De LosMuertos Copy Share Image
“The evening air was cool and slick tickling across her bare chest. She kneeled beside Guillermo’s grave, and under her breath, for long minutes… — Cèsar Sanchez Zapata Dia De LosMuertos Copy Share Image
