Epilogue
Gavin- Nine Months Later
“I’m learning this new fortune-telling method I picked up here in Guadalajara.” Twyla’s image on the screen grew fuzzy for a moment, and then her picture came back into focus. She was lighting a fat cigar. “You study how the smoke moves to see what the future has in store.” Twyla inhaled, then I cracked up. “Don’t laugh!” Twyla coughed out a mouthful of smoke. “I watched a fortune teller do a reading using cigars with a tarot deck. It was amazing.”
Twyla moved to Mexico three months ago and was apparently in her element. Now we kept up with each other via Zoom and the occasional phone call.
“Are you sure you made the right decision moving out of the country?” I asked her this at least once every time we talked—selfishly, I might add, since I wanted her
