talked to Ying last week, and her voice was strong (for half an hour we talked about everything) —
that I stopped wearing the wooden beads blessed by Father Suarez?
I also stopped wearing
the silver crucifix that I bought at the Menlo Park Connoisseur’s Marketplace in July
(the one I swore never to take off until I saw Ying again).
It broke a few days ago: the chain snagged on the branch of a shrub and snapped, just as I was bending down to weed (I remember I had cuts all up and down my forearms that day).
When I call Ying today, her voice is very weak. She says, this woman who never lies,
she tells me:
“I asked your Mom to come, and to bring Franco.”