She set the jar on the shelf next to a new label: Salsa del Olvido Total. Sauce of Total Oblivion.
He should have stopped. But the lightness was intoxicating. He took another spoonful. Then another. guile's sauceguillermo fraile
Desperation is a solvent. Guillermo dipped the spoon. She set the jar on the shelf next
Guillermo—no, Marco—stood up. He felt ten pounds lighter. He walked toward the back door, toward the street, toward his new life. toward the street
“My price is not money,” she said. “My price is a memory.”
The face of his mother, the day he forged her signature on a loan he never repaid. Gone. He felt nothing.