Chapter Eight: Señora GomezMama still slept as Luis busied himself, preparing for the day. His little sister shuffled around in the kitchen area and Luis smiled down at her, stroked her hair, gazed into her round, saucer-like eyes, big enough to swallow him up whole. “Oh Constanza,” he breathed, the horrors of the previous night receding as daylight once more overcame the darkness. It was a much colder morning than of late, the threat of rain heavy in the atmosphere. He pushed open the shutters and leaned out, taking in some air. Constanza tugged at his trousers. She wanted her breakfast. Luis sighed, over-burdened by all the responsibility, the endless repetition of the days, the monotony of a routine he loathed.
He smiled at her, knowing none of it was her fault and, with a sense of gui
