We are sitting at the table. Me and Carmella. Her tita is in the kitchen. There has been a long pause.
I am trying to think of something charming to say.
Great, I say, looking around.
Huh? says Carmella.
I don’t know.
Another long pause.
Great, I say.
Yep, says Carmella.
Almost ready! her tita calls from the kitchen.
What? says Carmella.
Nothing, I say.
We sit there in silence until her aunt carries in the food.