First published in Static Movement (2008)
Dressed in a jogging suit, her hair damp from the shower, Inocencia sits on the sofa in her parents’ guest house and lays her head on Javier’s bare shoulder.
“I thought you loved me,” she says.
“I do,” Javier replies.
“Clareta says she heard you telling your friends you would have the drugs for the party Saturday night.” A purple-tipped finger traces a vein on his leg. “Am I going to this party, or just my father’s drugs?”
Javier sits her up and turns her to face him. “Of course, you’re coming to the party.”
“There may not be a party,” she says.
“What do you mean?”
Javier turns at the sound of the door opening. Inocencia’s father enters, followed by two men each twice Javier’s size.
“Did you think I wouldn’t tell Daddy?”