11Javi called me that night and we talked for hours, as I lay on my bed trying to put my feet in the footprints I had already made on the wall, so I wouldn’t make new ones. My room needed to be painted as badly as the outside of the house did. I wanted to paint it deep purple instead of dirty off-white. Mom said if I ever cleaned my room, she would get it done. But it wasn’t likely that I would clean my room. I wouldn’t have known where to start. And frankly, Mom wasn’t much help.
But I wasn’t thinking about any of that as I listened to Javi’s voice. It was so warm and deep that I could almost feel the vibration rumble within my chest.
We talked about music and his other job, tutoring kids. And about my interest in comic books with strong female characters, like Love and Rockets and Hear
