Twenty-Nine
Tuesday, March 23, 9:32 P.M. CST
Coxen Hole
Back at her house, Eva invited Thomas to sit on the enclosed porch, and she poured them the last dregs of the agua fresca de tamarindo. She still seemed pensive, and as they sat in the stillness, the only sound was of a television playing in a back bedroom.
“I guess the kids are asleep,” Thomas said.
Eva nodded. “Probably. It’s late.”
“Who are they? Soledad is very talkative. And the boy is very quiet.”
Eva crossed her arms. “The boy is Luis Junior. His father, who was seeing mamá, died recently while out fishing.”
Eva looked away as if she didn’t want to elaborate, and Thomas didn’t press. He noted she didn’t mention Soledad, and he assumed she was the boy’s sister or perhaps a child Romina had later on after she’d lost her
