The high school has been re-opened since the shooting, but Arturo’s decided to stay at the diner instead of returning with police protection.
Angel Rocco agrees. “No sense stirrin’ the pot,” he barks, while stirring a pot of chicken soup. He chuckles at his little joke. “Besides, we’re only here temporary-like.”
With a shock, Arturo remembers that very fact. This is a short-term assignment he is on. Sheepishly, he realizes he has become used to being a Latino from Halifax, living above a diner with Uncle Raul. But he reminds himself, being back here in Ravenspond where he lived in his former life, isn’t meant to be long-term.
He’s setting the tables for the dinner crowd, wrapping cutlery in paper napkins, making sure the salt, pepper, and hot sauce containers are clean and full. Looking
