26
Salvador woke up staring at the benign and nearly toothless smile of an old hag.
“Um, hello?” he said, rubbing his head as he scooted into a sitting position. He was crammed onto a double bed. It was a standard, which meant he was too tall for it. His legs hung over the edge, but someone had covered him with an embroidered blanket.
“That should be thank you.”
Squinting, he peered over the old woman’s shoulder. Gia leaned against the far wall in the fire-lit semi-darkness.
His head was still swimming, and his limbs felt too heavy to lift. “All right. I’ll play. Thank you.”
The old woman beamed. “Que lindo,” she cackled, reaching out to pinch his cheek. “Debes de quedarte con este.”
“Nana, stop.” Gia chided. “Puedes preparar algo de comer para el? Va necessitar toda su fuerza.”
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