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over and caught our first glance at the window, I realized why he wanted to take my grandma there. My grandma was so busy talking that she almost didn’t notice, but when she saw them she let out a tiny gasp. There they were, pink sling back marabou heels, sitting on a metal display pedestal waiting for her. Réno threw his head back, let out a big laugh, and clapped his hands together. “¿Qué te dije mamita?” We walked in and walked out with the shoes in my grandma’s tiny size five. The shoes made the day even better. When we got to the restaurant we laughed and Réno told jokes that had us laughing even louder. We started with calamari appetizers and salads. Each time the waiter came back Réno ordered another drink. When it was time for us to order our food he insisted that we order the most expensive things and I looked to my grandma to make sure it was ok. She ordered for me instead even though Réno protested gesturing with the drink in his hand. By the time our food came I was so caught up in the laughter I hadn’t realized that my grandma wasn’t laughing as loudly. The next time the waiter came by Réno asked for a drink. “Cálmate, ¿no? Todavía es temprano y…” she rolled her eyes towards me as I pretended not to notice. “Estoy bien. Estoy bien mamita. ¡Es tu cumpleaños! ¡Debemos celebrar!” he said while he still ordered another drink. I noticed his speech had begun to slur and his voice had gotten too loud. People were staring at us. My grandma no longer ate her trout and I felt uncomfortable and stared at the large shrimp cocktail in front of me. I put my hand on my grandma’s leg beneath the table, and she squeezed it tight before letting go. The bill came with the next drink even though we hadn’t asked for it, and he gulped it down as my grandma stood. We walked out, my grandma clasping my hand while I held the bag with the shoes. “¿A dónde vamos mamita?” he asked as he threw his arm around her waist. “Ya nos vamos a la casa. Es tarde. Gracias por la comida y los zaptatos. No tenías que,” she said, still holding onto my hand. RAMIREZ | BorderSenses vol. 17 15

BorderSenses Journal Vol 17  

BorderSenses Journal Vol 17

BorderSenses Journal Vol 17  

BorderSenses Journal Vol 17

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