Lost In The City: Tree Of Desire And Serafin (1998) - Plot & Excerpts
Papá had been drinking all afternoon, as usual in those days, and as soon as night fell, he got up with difficulty, took his poncho from the spike that served as clothes rack, and said, I’m going to Mexico City to see if things go better for me there because here they are as bad as they can get. In the heavy silence his kiss on Mamá’s forehead sounded more like a complaint than a caress. Serafín and his brothers were watching, sitting on some torn, lumpy straw mattresses. A hazy light from a kerosene lamp hanging from the ceiling swung back and forth, creating long shadows like tall phantoms on the adobe walls. After he left, the only sound was Mamá’s crying, deep, slow, guttural. Bent over the table, her distorted face in her hands, her eyes that seemed to follow Papá wherever it was he had gone. “Your papá has gone away, Serafín,” she said in a voice like a thread interlaced in her crying. “Yes, he’s gone.” “And there’s nothing to do.” “Yes, Mamá. There’s nothing to do.”
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