A/N I'm posting a bunch at once today, but don't get spoiled. Please review though! I'd like to hear what you think.
Chapter 4
Roberto's p.o.v.
"You're going to stay too?" I ask the lady as I finish the last quesadilla. I like these. People eat them a lot here, but we didn't eat them so much at home.
Her smile cracks. "No." She sounds sad.
I wait for her to say more.
"I don't live here anymore," she says, looking at Dominic briefly before she looks back at me.
"Why not?"
She looks at Dominic again and shrugs. "This isn't my house anymore. I have my own house now."
"Is this a bad place?" I frown. I look around. "It looks nice. Why would you need a new house?"
She rubs her eyes. "I had to move on. One day you'll move on too Roberto, when you're big and strong and ready to conquer the world," she jokes, making big fake muscles on her arms.
I laugh. Dominic does too. Alicia looks funny.
"He's still bigger. And stronger. You should have staid here." I don't know why I say the last part, but I do.
The man laughs and pats my head. "I think so too." He bends over and whispers to me. "Women are crazy."
That makes me laugh again and she laughs too cause he said it too loud and she heard.
"Will you stay tonight in case he needs something?" the man asks her half in my language and half in theirs.
It's hard for me to understand him, so I tell the lady that.
She laughs again and agrees with me. She tells me that no matter what language the man speaks, she doesn't under stand him. She says it like it's a bad thing, but her eyes are soft. She used to love him I think.
I like this place.
It is better than Havana was.