Chapter 11At the shopping center near the hotel, Abraham bought me a matching deep blue shirt and pants similar to his own. The clothing felt light and smooth on my skin, and I knew it was made for dancing to Guanamamma music. I had not spoken since leaving the hotel. Abraham tried to get my mind off Maisa’s letter with more conversation about the city’s history, but I was not listening. My mind kept replaying Maisa’s words from the letter. I took it out of my pocket several times on the way to the Roxie and Penelope District, reading a portion of the letter before placing it back into my pants pocket. I needed to soak in every word, because it was my only connection to her until we saw each other again. As we arrived in the district, I wanted nothing more than to abandon our mission here,
