My sister's name appeared on the screen. “Camila," I said, answering her call.
“I miss you," she said.
Hearing her voice brought tears to my eyes. “I miss you too. Maybe you could come visit me before classes start."
“I'd love that. I'm bored here without you."
“You won't be once you get going with classes at SDSU. How many credit hours are you taking?"
Her tone lightened. “I'm registered for sixteen."
We went on talking about her classes. Her enthusiasm emanated through her words. Camila had always been a good student. We both were. Em could have been if he'd been allowed to go to college. Instead, he's working for Papá.
“Enough about me," Camila said. “Other than missing me terribly, how are you?"
Leaning back on the chaise, I spun the stem of the wine glass as I spoke. “I'm h
