Chapter 4
David woke somewhere after three to the sound of the front door opening.
“I brought you some flan,” Marisol Madera cried as she entered the house.
David sat up with a smile on his face. David’s teenage and young adult years were full of memories of Marisol Madera arriving and saying just those words.
“That is worth waking up for,” David said, practically running to the older woman.
David hugged her tight while trying not to mess up whatever was in her hands. She returned the hug full force, and David asked, “May I take some of that?”
“This is a bag of lemons. Put them in a bowl on the table. I’ll take care of the flan.”
“You got some rest after your flight?” she asked as David arranged the lemons in a bowl on the dining table.
“Yeah, I was being lazy,” he said.
“How long
