Kino didn’t dare look at me that night. Even when Kenna asked him to eat dinner with us—I didn’t like this, too, but my daughter already told him before I could even ask him to leave—he sat there and ate quietly.
Now, he’s inside Kenna’s room and they are playing house. They are seated on the carpeted floor. He’s watching her as she cooked something for him. It’s funny. Never in my whole life had I ever imagined him playing with her daughter like this. I am not used to this.
I stood and leaned by the door frame, watching them for a while until Kino gets ahold of my presence. He looked at me and smiled awkwardly. I nodded before leaving them alone. I needed to bathe and get changed after a whole tiring day. But before I could even reach my door, Kino called me. “Hey, Denise!”
I stopped
