Seventy-Nine
Saturday, April 3, 9:03 A.M. CST
Coxen Hole
The next morning, Thomas and Mel stopped by Eva’s house for a leisurely breakfast. Eva had tried to look nice for the occasion. For the first time in forever she hadn’t just thrown on her usual RIMS uniform—a swimsuit, shorts, T-shirt, and Tevas. Instead, she’d fixed her hair and makeup and put on a dress. Her mother nodded with understanding and approval.
Eva’s mother cooked a full spread of traditional Honduran dishes: platanos fritos, frijoles refritos, and huevos rancheros. And Soledad made the agua fresca de tamarindo Thomas liked. Mel, however, sipped on a foul-smelling concoction Clarissa had made for him as an adjuvant to his blood pressure treatment.
Mel wrinkled his nose. “What is this, Romina?” Mel asked.
Her mother
