“Adolfo, it seems your daughter has an admirer.” Quila’s mother came into the room with a tray of food. She placed it on the small plastic round table close to the bed. She gave Quila a plate of garlic rice, a sunny sideup egg and a hotdog.
Quila picked up the remote control and lowered the volume of the TV that was on. Her father was watching a Western movie. Generally, he loved action-packed films.
“Yes, I heard you two talk about that bouquet.” Her father’s oval face grimaced a little.
She snorted. “It’s just from some guy. I’ll tell you if he’s serious. Anyway, let’s eat and I’ll rest after this,” she urged her parents.
Her mother began to feed her father some arroz caldo (rice with beef tripe gruel seasoned with ginger, scallions, garlic, chicharon and black pepper). She was caref
