In the morning, Pêro helped Kujaguo and Jawoli with the last of the tiles.
“Luis never come back,” Jawoli said, readying the azulejos for packing.
azulejosPêro was silent, head down, fussing over organizing their humble collection of paintbrushes. “He perished with the waters.”
Pêro looked up and met Jawoli and Kujaguo’s surprise. “The last I saw of him, he helped me, saved my life and others. During the moment, he didn’t know he was saving me. I know because I saw the surprise in his eyes like yours now. He rescued me from being trampled right before the waters hit. He was carried away from me with the panicked crowd. I’m sure he did not survive as he was carried downhill towards the river.” They all stood silent. “Despite the betrayals, in his final moments his goodness returned, the
