“And now we roll it out,” Ulima said as she ran the rolling pin over the anise-spiced dough.
Gabriella giggled sneaking a taste of the sugar and cinnamon mix waiting for the final stage of their cook-making adventure. Her grandmother pretended not to notice as she hummed while rolling out the dough. Savannah also sat at the table idly fingering the cookie cutters they would use shortly. Yet her mind was elsewhere.
She glanced into the living room where Carlos and Tony sat watching cartoons as was their usual after-pre-school activity. Since yesterday they hadn’t spoken of their father or his promise to return. She had so many questions and she wondered if Marcus Avery would give her the straight answers she craved and her mother denied.
“Lita, is lito going to be mad at you?” Savannah
