Songs without Rhyme © 2001 Rosanne CashPublished by Hyperion, ISBN 0-7868-6277-7
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She thought about making herself some coffee but decided she would wait till after she took Tomas to school, when she went to the market. Then she could really sit down and enjoy it. She liked it sweet and light, and she liked to have a pastry with it.
She liked sitting in the café for a minute, as though she had nothing else to do with her time. It felt like luxury to her and reminded her of her older sister who went to college and spent her time in cafés arguing and reading. Her sister was thin and intense, not like her, sho was dreamy and rather soft.
Laura moved slowly around the kitchen, pouring the farina, measuring the water. She thought about Portugal, where she was from, and how beautiful the sky was there. How open and wide, not cut into bits like where they lived now.
They lived in the Ironbound section of Newark, New Jersey, near Avenue L, where people brought their cars in to be fixed. It wasn't bad. Her husband was a mechanic, so it was good they live here. There was a small community of people from her country also, so the smell of food cooking was the same as it had been, and the language, too, among her neighbors.
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Songs without Rhyme © 2001 Rosanne Cash
Published by Hyperion, ISBN 0-7868-6277-7
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