Sublime

José, Gonzalo thought to himself firmly. José. He and his mentors had spent Saturday practicing in the dimly lit kitchen. Long hours of casual conversation and always at an unexpected moment. “What do you think, José?” “Isn’t that right, José?” Isabel and Juan had taken turns stepping out of the room and calling, at random moments, “José! Come quic

Soy la hija del doctor Arturo Borrero Lamas y la mujer del doctor Efrén García Ardiles, dos amigos del Presidente.