KatorseOn the day after the day I turned fourteen, Emil and Marisa came home from school and brought Ric with them. Ric came with a present of a necklace, which he gave me without looking at me because I was fourteen and he was nineteen and my cousin. I wore the necklace the whole week he stayed with us, and after. The necklace had a small “G” for Gemma. “Real gold,” Ric said when he gave it to me. I wear the necklace to remember him, in memory of him, the way I would light a candle in church.
Ric didn’t talk much and I liked that about him. Even when he wasn’t talking I wanted to sit with him and pretend I knew what he was thinking, that we knew things no one else knew. Sometimes I wished he weren’t Tito Gil’s son and my cousin. Like in that Norma Villanueva movie when she finds out that
