I'm glad you could get some. I know Cuban cigars were popular back home but trying to find any... [He shakes his head in disappointment.
He notes that Manolo is closer but he doesn't look up. It's a little memorizing, staring at the flames of the candles and how they illuminated the gifts set out.]
... I wish we at least had a picture. We could have set it in a nice frame, then maybe later gotten someone to make some proper portraits. [Manolo surely would have liked it. Joaquin had really only ever had the statue of his father, as his mother had cleaned out all the old pictures in one of her fits. Probably for the best, in its own way.
After a moment, Joaquin spoke again, his voice quieter.]
manolo is such a teenage girl
He notes that Manolo is closer but he doesn't look up. It's a little memorizing, staring at the flames of the candles and how they illuminated the gifts set out.]
... I wish we at least had a picture. We could have set it in a nice frame, then maybe later gotten someone to make some proper portraits. [Manolo surely would have liked it. Joaquin had really only ever had the statue of his father, as his mother had cleaned out all the old pictures in one of her fits. Probably for the best, in its own way.
After a moment, Joaquin spoke again, his voice quieter.]
Has this holiday ever made you feel sad, Manolo?