She turned the knob of the door and took a deep breath. She walked into the dark room and kneeled in front of the dresser. Picking up the framed picture, she wiped it down with her sleeve and stroked it. A tear rolled down her cheek, as she held the photo close to her chest. Rafa was dead.
She picked herself up, and slowly place the photo down. After locking up, she heard a knock at the front door, she wiped her face and went to get it. She, reluctantly, opened the door, to see the hallelujah squad outside the house. She looked up at them.
‘Dolores’, the first called.’Is it too early?’.
‘No, no please’, showing them into the front room.
The second of them looking the oldest, 50’s, with a purple cardigan, with the name, Cindy, knitted into the pocket. She went to sit on the checkered resting chair when Dolores jump.
‘No!’, Dolores shouted,’Please’,pointing to another seat.
‘Dolores, please excuse me’, Cindy reassured.
They all settled down when Yunior bust through the door, high as ever. He scanned the room, then stopped at his Ma.
‘W…what are they doing here!?’, he pointed
‘Mijo…ple-‘
‘Please we don’t need your pity’, he started to calm down,’Its been hard, we just need time….please’
One by one, they stood up, gave their condolences to Dolores, then left.
‘Look, Ma, you’ve got to stop seeing them. All they do is preach, it’s all crap’, trying to make his ma understand.
‘Yunior…why’, Dolores said
‘Ma, please, just get my some food please’, he demanded.
Dolores lay the tablecloth and set out three plates. She distributed food to all three plates and sat down. Minutes passed and Dolores sat there and stared at the empty seat on the other side of the table. No tears… just thought. Yunior, however, ate ravenously, to drown his boisterous character, whereas Dolores did not touch her food. Yunior pushed himself away from the table, pulled out a black plastic from his rucksack, and strolled off to his room, pausing for a moment, the first door in the corridor. Rafa’s.
He wiped a tear from his face and carried on towards his room. He pushed everything on the table to one side and emptied the plastic bag. He coughed twice, the spat on the floor. After rolling a spliff, he propped his window open with a book, then lit his spliff. He took a puff and stared at the sky.
‘Take a puff with me big bro’, lifting his spliff to the air.
He chuckled without a smile and took another puff. He spat out the window, threw the spliff out, then closed then the window. As he left the room he stubbed his toe on something. He bent down to see a rusty ‘YALE’ padlock on the floor. He turned to the mirror, rubbed his cheek, then smiled. He picked it up then place it next to an old Yankee cap on the dresser. He smiled again then left the room. Dolores was approaching Yunior’s room when she said,
‘Pura Mierdas here’, Yunior rolled his eyes.
‘Ai Yunior, be nice’.
‘I’ll treat the mierda how I please.’, Yunior’s eyes red as hell.
Pura sat on a dining seat, with an old set of keys in front of her. Adrian, on her lap. He completely disregarded their presence and walked straight to the window. He pushed the blind to one side and eyed the battered car in the driveway.
‘What took so long, eh?’
‘Yunior, look I know how much he meant to-‘
‘Answer the question’
‘Me and Adrian…’
‘Oh…..little mono’, he said hysterically.
‘As I was saying, we got kicked out of the apartment, a couple of days after Rafa died, and after going house to house, friend to friend, well, we just wanted to possibly stay at your house, only until we get our own place’, she reassured, ‘ You can have the car.’
‘Really…so when I need the car, you play dumb, but then when you need something you’re ready in a heartbeat’.
‘Please, Yunior, please’, a tear trickled down her face.
‘Keys, now’, he demanded.
Pura pushed the keys towards Yunior. He picked them up, slipped them into his back pocket, and walked out of the door.
‘I need time to think’.
–El Fin–

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