“He’s not a currency.

He wasn’t one when you thought I couldn’t have him and he isn’t one now that he’s here.”

My mother said, “He’s my grandson.”

And Carmen said, “Yes.

He’s your grandson.

He is not your good news.”

The second attempt was in the October and it was aimed at me, and it is where this whole account finally arrives somewhere.

She had been building to it for weeks in small pieces.

Beto’s school district.

The size of Carmen’s apartment.