It was then that my mother, having gotten out of the car, began pacing on the worn bricks of the walkway, while all the old gentlemen at their chess boards, and the brown skinned children drawing with chalk on the pavement, and the bare-footed candy vendors, and the young, clean shaven priests crossing the square tiffany jewelry for sale, and even I, falling silent now behind the glass of the taxi window, stopped and stared.
Searching for her cigarettes and lighter, she up-ended her purse, scattering its contents heedlessly over the ground. Then she flung the purse away from her and fell to wandering in circles, face buried in her hands. A large bodied Mexican woman in a serape and a black skirt came up to her on one side, and Ramon Ramirez came up to her on the other, and they walked alongside Prom Dresses 2012 her, cupping her elbows, imploring her, “Señora, Señora, siente se aquí.”
It was the hottest stretch of the summer so far and my mother and I were riding to the train depot in the middle of a weekday afternoon in Ramon Ramirez’s yellow taxi. This was in Brownsville, in the days before the horny toads all died and those small green parrots migrated Tiffany Keys their great waves up from Mexico. I was eight years old, and about to be put on a train to Houston.
We had all the windows open due to the oppressive heat, and as we cruised past people’s front yards I could see, through the blur of my tears, masses of red oleanders stirred into noisy commotion by multitudes of brainless sparrows. I was pressed against the door on my side, kicking the back of the driver’s seat as hard as I could, crying, and doing little things to indicate the magnitude Tiffany Sets my desperation, like pulling the plaid ribbon from my hair, and yanking my golden heart locket from around my throat and throwing both of these onto the floor.
My mother, sitting with her knees pressed hard together, was twisting the cracked plastic strap of her purse around each of her fingers. Ramon Ramirez Tiffany Watches, a man of great kindness, drove with his elbow resting on the sill, oblivious to my kicks and screams. He was singing along with the Mexican music station he stayed tuned to all day on his radio.
