It was on a bottom shelf alongside other cookbooks, and I could see that the last time it had been borrowed was in 2000. That became our mailbox. We left notes saying where we would be, and sometimes we just left love notes. It was easy for me, because in the summer I worked there five days a week. Esteban was at the deli most of the time or on another job, but he didn’t have a problem running in there late afternoons during free moments. Besides, he liked to read books from the Spanish collection, which had grown so large in the last few years that it occupied several shelves on the main floor. Esteban’s favorite writer was a fellow Colombian: Gabriel García Márquez. He said everyone at home loved him, and they all called him Gabo. I left Esteban bits of poetry I liked, particularly my new favorite, e. e. cummings. One of his poems began, “i like my body when it is with your body.” Esteban wrote back, “Did you know my lucky initial is E for my mother’s first name? Now you do, Anna, my love, and when I am not your Swan Man, I will be e.
What do You think about Someone Like Summer (2007)?
