“Tell us one, if you like,” Santi said. “That’s how we can keep ourselves entertained.”
“Well, we didn’t know that the little guy already knew how to read, and one Sunday when we went to eat at our grandparents’ house, as we did almost every Sunday, he asked for the book as he always did, and when it was there in front of him he began to read aloud in fits and starts, but he was reading it, and I think the first thing we all heard from my brother was:
‘El Cid Campeador.’”
“We were all staring at him not really believing it.”
“‘Hey, you can read!’ my Mom said, giving him a kiss.”
“‘Yes, my teacher taught me,’ my brother told us, and we all stood around him surprised. ‘And he also has a book with this man,’ he said, pointing at the picture.”
We continued on quietly for a while until Bl
