Chapter Six
Sofia’s head lay in her lap just as it had many times when she was a child. María ran her gnarled fingers lovingly through her brown hair, nails gently massaging her head as they traveled back and forth over her scalp. When she was troubled, Sofía would find herself in María’s room unburdening her troubles. This afternoon was no different. María knew her granddaughter was troubled. She suspected her mind was flooded with questions about her father, his death, and the family that needed to survive and thrive. They were practically drowning her as well as she watched her only grandson and granddaughter fight at the funeral.
“Nana?”
“Yes, mija?”
“Did you know RJ was with Papa when he died?”
The mindless stroking stopped. “I did. I told him he should talk to his father. Fighti
