When his niece stirred, he played her a soft lullaby, singing softly as he strummed the gentle chords. She was soothed into sleep. He set the guitar aside and stared out the window, watching dark fall and the wind whip into a fierceness that would bring winter with it. Leaves and dirt spun into whirlwinds, and somewhere out of sight, an empty can clanged over the blacktop. The sound was lonely. His thoughts whirled like the leaves outside, and he felt dizzy, thinking of how much had changed in such a short time. It was as disorienting as when his sister died, two years ago. One day, he’d been bargaining with a food exporter about the price of his cauliflower. The next, he’d been bargaining with a coyote to shuttle him across the border to take care of Josefina. Since then, his life had taken on a certain sameness. He’d hated it, all of it—the shacks that passed for living quarters in many places. The haphazard way Josefina went to school. Until his sister died, he’d been very rooted to one place, one lifestyle.
What do You think about Rio Grande Wedding (2011)?
