count these too. People act like they aren’t real jobs, and then we stay late finishing them.”
She was right.
We put a calendar on the wall.
Lucía arrived that afternoon.
I showed her the machine we used least.
I explained its condition honestly and gave her a price.
She tested it using a scrap of fabric.
I stood quietly beside her and resisted the urge to convince her to buy it.
“I want to think about it until Monday,” she said.
“Of course.”
Before leaving, she stopped beside a
