Palm trees line the streets, and beautiful girls walk on the beach as the Pacific surf rolls in. In the summer, the breeze is cool and the sky is blue—but you’ve seen it on TV. The hotel was old. The elevator was tiny. Going up to Zena’s room, I was jammed tight against Victor. Something hard dug...
Leaning forward, she felt the hot Havana sun on the back of her neck, and then the tangle of shrubs and vines in the overgrown garden pressed damp, heavy air up at her face. And it wasn’t ten, she thought. The tattered leaf of a banana plant sagged across her vision; she pushed it aside. Now she ...