CHAPTER NINE
Art, being a Cuban refugee, spoke rather slowly and took great pains with his English. I liked him right away, partly because it was obvious he loved my sister and treated her well, and partly for just himself. I wondered if he was serious about going back to Cuba with an invasion force of other refugees to attempt to retake the country from Castro. He seemed to be when he talked of it, and the way Becky's eyes shone while he spoke made me wonder if she intended to go along with him, though she never said so and I couldn't bring myself to ask her.
They were both alive and very vital. I kept thinking Art was partly colored, because of his dark skin and thick, wavy black hair, but of course I didn't mention it, and neither did anyone else. It did make me feel rather strange, t
