Someone's at the door, Noah says, it's just a little kid. I was going to ignore her, but she was very small. Hola! I said. She had a little bucket covered with a cloth in her hand. What have you got, I asked. She couldn't have been more than 5 years old although children are very small here. She had been attracted by the sound of the boys splashing in the pool. She looked beyond me through the locked gate, fascinated.
-You're selling tortillas?
-One cordova (5 cents)
-One cordova each?
-Well, I need 10, do you have enough?
-Oh I've got tons of tortillas!
-Who made the tortillas?
- My abuelita.
-Where do you live?
- Just around the corner and down the street 3 blocks.
-What's your name?
- Ok, I'll have 10 tortillas.
Natalia uncovered her little red bucket and very carefully counted out 10 tortillas. Her nails were a little dirty and she wasn't wearing gloves. She passed them to me through the gate. I gave her 10 cords. We gobbled up the tortillas; they were still warm.
A little while later, I came back down and Natalie was still gazing through the door.