Chapter 7Eduardo was tending to a few pots on the stove, while his grandmother plated food. They spoke in Spanish, and they were discussing his job and a potential promotion. I stood at the kitchen entrance, unsure of how to interrupt their conversation. Before I could decide what to do, Lita noticed me.
“This is your gringo friend, huh?” she asked Eduardo, wiping her hands on her apron. She looked at me with kind eyes.
Detecting my nerves, Eduardo put his hand on the small of my back and pushed my forward. “Lita, this is my husband Nathan,” he said, gently correcting Lita.
Oh, God, the moment of truth. Please let this go well.
I smiled and extended my hand, but she batted away my hand and surprised me with a hug.
“No handshakes here. In my house, everyone gets a hug, especially a—” s
