Chapter 16November 23rd
“I’m glad you could make it!”
Mrs. Fuentes greeted me at the door. She was long and lean like Jessa, and her movements were always smooth and graceful. She had her long black hair pulled back in a braid that hung down the middle of her spine and swung like a pendulum when she walked. I was mesmerized by it as I followed her into the house.
My nose felt chapped and raw from the walk over, the weather having finally turned cold and mean just the day before. I took off my shoes in the foyer, hung my jacket on the guest hook, and followed Mrs. Fuentes through the house. She kept it so warm and cozy every day of the year, but in the weeks before Christmas, it was usually full of so much cheer you couldn’t help but smile.
I noticed they hadn’t yet decorated inside or
