Sublime

(Ah, the Taronjís. The island, the town, the sombre charcoal burners, each kept his eyes firmly on their ankles when they passed by.) The Taronjís took anyone suspicious to the ditch by the side of the road, where the forest began, beyond the square in the old Jewish quarter. Or to the cliff where the road turned, just beyond Son Major.

Odilia Palomo de Castillo Armas posaba de muy católica y tenía el apoyo del arzobispo y los curas, que ahora lo controlaban todo. La tal Odilia era una fierecilla. Defendía con uñas y dientes los que creía sus derechos. Martita se rio con la cara pegada contra la almohada de plumas. Había una guerra civil por aquello en Guatemala entre los partidar

Guerrero turned them into a living; a daughter, Ana Natalia, branched out with her mother’s approval and opened a chain of Anitas restaurants across Los Angeles, taking with her the family’s taquitos recipes and opening Las Anitas on Olvera Street, not far from Cielito Lindo. Competitors copied those taquitos, along with Mexican restaurants across

we had long admired photographs of Nanita Kalaschnikoff among the world's most wicked and wonderful; we would read about her husband's origins in the Russian nobility, his connection with that awful gun so beloved by terrorists. She was a Princess, a Spanish beauty with an uncanny resemblance to the Bourban monarchs and, in the Court of Salvador Da

A blonde girl with Estonian slanting green eyes and high, wide cheekbones made an English teacher apologize in front of an entire class for telling her to be quiet during a test—her pout was devastating and tragic and universally personal.

That’s when Doña Carmen took hold of her chin and looked deep into her green eyes, into her eyes green like green grapes. She rooted around Isora’s eyes like she was mining for groundwater in the mountains. The old woman shrank back. Is somebody jealous of you, miniña? Isora froze. Why, Doña Carmen? What’s wrong? Miniña, you’ve got th’evil eye. For