Chapter 20Roberto sat among the boxes and wrapped furniture, feeling as though he was in his twenties and fresh out of Loyola University. Shafts of dust-mote-laden sunlight came in through his large living room window. His Bluetooth speaker was on a playlist of favorite females he’d created—Linda Ronstadt, Eva Cassidy, Bonnie Raitt, and Whitney Huston.
A bottle of Pacifico beer perched atop one of the boxes.
An L train rumbled by, and he wondered if he’d ever get used to the sound. He was next door to the tracks. His dining room faced them and commuters could look in and see him eating dinner. Right now, it was kind of comforting, like a lumbering beast, but he couldn’t help but wonder if he’d feel the same later tonight, when he was trying to sleep.
He was glad to be out of the desert
