The bus slows and come to a stop at a station next to a convenience store.457Please respect copyright.PENANAIZA9rTibJX
The driver stands and announces in a loud voice, “Philadelphia. We have forty minutes.”457Please respect copyright.PENANAfNWr00Oj9m
The two women watch the others stand and stretch as they gather their purses and wallets before disembarking. As the others near the front Mechteld says, “Everyone will get off to have lunch.”457Please respect copyright.PENANAvfOhu6PC2r
“Will we?” Marquita asks.457Please respect copyright.PENANAKhIrnN6YJX
“We won’t be eating.”457Please respect copyright.PENANAtrDS10Hxnb
Mechteld reaches into the pocket of her hoodie and takes out a pack of cigarettes and lighter.457Please respect copyright.PENANAJ6ljvg2qps
“Come on, I need a cigarette.”457Please respect copyright.PENANA4B22687Gkt
Marquita’s legs shake as she stands. The hours of sitting made her already weak legs stiffer. She wavers as she walks down the narrow aisle. When she gets to the top of the steps she firmly grips the rail as she feels Mechteld bracing her small frame by the shoulders. Together the carefully walk down the stairs. The driver waits for them at the bottom. Marquita locks eyes with him as he says, “Feeling better I see.” 457Please respect copyright.PENANAIz1sqwJYx1
His aura changes to a shade Marquita has always associated with suspicion. With the other passengers away his thoughts come out clear.457Please respect copyright.PENANA3HBEXGVKo3
“These two are weird. How do they even know each other?”457Please respect copyright.PENANAZFtvMiqxHk
Marquita pauses to look at the driver and read more from him, but is interrupted by Mechteld pushing her forward towards the curb.457Please respect copyright.PENANAEz9yFXV8vB
Once out of earshot, Mechteld says, “He’ll switch out at Pittsburgh. He’s thinking about saying something to the next driver about us.”457Please respect copyright.PENANAYTZjGcNhYC
“Will he?” She asks. The thought is optimistic to her.457Please respect copyright.PENANA4gXwBaEpnH
“Maybe, he doesn’t know what to say besides ‘They’re weird’.”457Please respect copyright.PENANABTCSIRXse4
Together they sit on a curb, their legs stretched out over hot asphalt. From under her baseball cap, a bead of sweat runs down Mechteld’s forehead before becoming lost in the scars crisscrossing her face. Marquita scratches her head as the stiches start to burn as the sweat collects under the hijab.457Please respect copyright.PENANAlZi73tvuyC
Mechteld pulls out her pack of cigarettes and quickly lights up as Marquita desperately fans air under her skirt. She looks at Mechteld’s long sleeves and says, “We stand out with all these clothes on.”457Please respect copyright.PENANAuRigKRPfSF
“We’ll stand out worse without them.”457Please respect copyright.PENANAdpLpUFtzMu
Marquita thinks, “Should I try to stand out? Is being noticed the key to getting home?”457Please respect copyright.PENANAkTOUaUcMyM
Marquita looks across the street to the convenience store where the other passengers were buying their lunches. It feels odd to Marquita that she isn’t hungry. She knows she hasn’t eaten in days, yet the absence of hunger pangs is discomforting.457Please respect copyright.PENANAK33opjAu6n
Turning to Mechteld she asks, “Do you really never eat?”457Please respect copyright.PENANA98CMBHUpoQ
“Only on rare occasions. Some immortals keep up the ritual, but it seems redundant to me.”457Please respect copyright.PENANAzSi0kXpyZo
Marquita thinks about an existence without food. For her, it seems to alien and unnatural to live without it. In Corona, life revolved around faith, family and food. She suspects she won’t have any of those things while with Mechteld.457Please respect copyright.PENANAdE4OSnklSB
Marquita thoughts go to the last dinner she had with her parents. After their prayers, their meal suffered from several strained silences. It was the first dinner they had together in months, but despite his chronic absences, her father had made an attempt to be there and make her happy by making her favorite food. The memory stings Marquita’s consciousness as she thinks about it. Even with the silence and confusing feelings, the memory is precious to her.457Please respect copyright.PENANAlb334XYK6k
Thinking about her last meal Marquita says, “I could never give up my favorite food-”457Please respect copyright.PENANAbmEP35pBgL
“Tostones.” They say at the same time.457Please respect copyright.PENANANCkoAES7Xm
Mechteld nods, “Yeah, I know.”457Please respect copyright.PENANAQQbYRQeka0
“Surely you have a favorite food?” Marquita asks.457Please respect copyright.PENANAKBMZdjuRLo
Mechteld takes a long drag from her cigarette and lets it out slowly, “You’re looking at it.”457Please respect copyright.PENANAtyjUhHBoM1
Mechteld rubs the butt of her now spent cigarette on the ground before taking another from the pack. Quickly she lights it and sets her pack and lighter back down.457Please respect copyright.PENANAZwiK1wlbIr
Marquita asks, “Did you read from my mind that I loved tostones?“
Mechteld shakes her head as she breathes deep before letting out a cloud of smoke, “No, I learned that from your father.”457Please respect copyright.PENANAdsEG2DdJoV
Marquita again wonders about her parents. Had her father gone back to work after only a few days of losing his daughter? Did they tell their family in the DR what happened? Had they planned a funeral? Or were they looking for her?457Please respect copyright.PENANAmrfkq8WnzM
Marquita thinks back to the picture of her father in the paper. She knows he was hurting. His tired eyes etched in the newsprint showed a level of emotion she hasn’t seen in years. It was a reminder that despite everything, she meant something to him.457Please respect copyright.PENANA558tsOkrFa
“He always made tostones when he came back from a long trip. He would pretend he was making them for himself, but he’d always make me the most.” She says out loud.457Please respect copyright.PENANAuHDcfszeb4
She thinks again to the awkward silences at dinner and at the hospital and about his casual wave as he walked away from her hospital room. 457Please respect copyright.PENANAxwDTlHeSeT
“He could never say it.” She says as she keeps remembering his hand waving back at her. “He always had to be so hard.”457Please respect copyright.PENANAdhUzgX4TNA
“It wasn’t his fault.” Mechteld offers. “He expressed himself in the way he knew how.”457Please respect copyright.PENANAFrD3n8MAdR
“I’d trade all the tostones in the world for one real moment with him.”457Please respect copyright.PENANAMGJkDiT7xt
Marquita hangs her head and thinks to herself, “Not even in the end could he do that.”457Please respect copyright.PENANAMv9ylRYRGr
“At least you knew.” Mechteld keeps her eyes on pavement. “He’ll regret actions for the rest of his life.”457Please respect copyright.PENANAtiMunCZaQs
Marquita turns to Mechteld with her eyebrows slightly lifted.457Please respect copyright.PENANAGM1BqV4rgu
“Or at least until I see him again.” She adds.457Please respect copyright.PENANAa5fb77j9p9
“If.” Mechteld corrects. “We’re only in Pennsylvania. You still have a long way to go.”457Please respect copyright.PENANAEATSN46Ion
The thought enters Marquita’s mind, “Why wait and follow her rules? I can end this now.” But it’s quickly extinguished with memories of heads scars, fire, and her father’s unconcerned wave.457Please respect copyright.PENANAqhvoOTGqKq
“Before he became scared of me he wasn’t afraid to hold my hand. Whenever we’d walk around our neighborhood he’d hold my hand and say, “Stay close, New York is the most dangerous place in the world”, but when we would visit Santo Domingo he’d hold my hand tighter and tell me, “Stay close, Santo Domingo is the most dangerous place in the world”.”457Please respect copyright.PENANAharrLbu2S7
Marquita grins slightly as she remembers, but her hazel eyes hold sadness.457Please respect copyright.PENANAD7lVfMR4Zo
“I used love Sundays because my dad didn’t work. After church, just the two of us would walk to the bodega hand in hand and he’d buy two chocolate milks: one for me, one for him.”457Please respect copyright.PENANAe7XDawf5bx
“When I started to know things I shouldn’t, he treated me different. His grip on my hand became looser until one day he let go. After that he started to push me away and eventually he got his job so he could run away from me.”457Please respect copyright.PENANAhZIuLa34ye
“It wasn’t you he was running from. It was himself.”457Please respect copyright.PENANAVXvx2Wl3oj
“Yeah, but when you’re ten it doesn’t make a difference.”457Please respect copyright.PENANAIkDPOIZD7G
From the bus the hear the driver shout, “Five minutes!”457Please respect copyright.PENANAZUDsAcNfLt
Marquita looks down at the small pile of cigarettes next to Mechteld. She realizes she has been unaware of how long she has been talking. For her, she finally had a chance to tell someone the feelings she kept to herself and despite the circumstances she feels there is so much more she wants to say.457Please respect copyright.PENANAs762S6PFE3
Mechteld stands and shakes stray ash from her clothes.457Please respect copyright.PENANAQRMvOLGC8O
“Come on, let’s go. Use your eyes and ears this time.”
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