"Listen, if Friday afternoon around 4 you are not busy, come to the public library in 11348 Santa Monica. I'll be there and will show you some good books about interesting destinations."
"That will be fantastic. Thank you."
For the rest of the time in the kitchen, Elena and I spoke very little. She was proud of how well Sam was doing in college, and she inquired if I was as good in class as her son. I knew that on tests my scores were higher than his, but I elected to say only that I was doing OK. The rest of the time passed with us working and randomly eyeing each other and smiling.
On Wednesday, at the kitchen, Elena reminded me again about Friday in the library. As if I would forget about it.
I mumbled, "Elena, you are so nice to go out of your way to show me travel books on a Frida
