AS THE YEARS passed, she watched Carlos and Rosie closely for signs of unhappiness, a rift of some kind. Rosie never complained about Carlos; only that she wished she had a bit more money for their kids. With the iron ore pits in the area running dry, waves of miners were laid off with each mine closing. Carlos was one of them. He eventually got a job as a bus driver for the newly-built Ironwood Catholic Grade School on West Arch Street. He stopped dying his hair black and using Brylcreem, so the change in his hair made him look unexpectedly older than his actual age. Inez wondered if he’d stopped cheating.
She longed to ask Rosie if things were indeed all right with Carlos, but the question soon became part of the perfume hanging in the air when Inez caught the scent of her. As much as s
