he scent of stale coffee and grea

arely enough to keep food on the

hole, swallowing every ce

e mother, devoted sister

ch and wandering hands, paid for Miguel' s specialized n

eo' s shoes and

eering comments, the expensive dinners wh

constant, cold pressure. Sometimes it was mo

tion, one of Henderson's "mus

erson had bought, too

rying to ignore the

sessively on her waist. "You look miserable.

ng the opulent ballroom, a sea of t

she s

e room, taller than she remembered,

ect, the program notes had said,

nt and kind-looking, her name

ught, the air su

t ye

g her dignity, of watching Miguel stare b

here, thrivi

seemed