*River*
I watch as Norah gingerly walks around the table, skimming her fingers over a plate, setting a fork and knife on either side, before moving on to the next. She's wearing one of Julieta’s blouses with puffy sleeves and a scooped neck, revealing the barest hint of the swells I've seen before. One of Julieta’s skirts is cinched tightly at her waist, a bright red sash emphasizing its narrowness. And her hair. Her glorious hair. On either side of her head, one of Juanita’s combs keeps it from falling into her face, allowing every strand to cascade down her back past her waist.
“You’re welcome to sit down,” she says, when she completes her circle of the table.
Diego scrambles into his chair. “You can sit by me, señorita.”
She bestows upon him the most beautiful smile I've ever seen,
