Dalva

been on the wrong side of the war, though he had enough political power—his property in Chicago had been sold for a large sum—that no one tried to bother him. I asked her why she hadn’t read the journals.
“They remind

o, not if you’re going to make me ask forgiveness for being besti

But the Indians are Catholics he said. The Indians are Indians before they are Catholics I replied

We took the long way, driving down toward Nogales, then across the Arivaca Canyon
road through the Tumacacori Mountains

That’s because Granddad told me he was really a ghost who had never been born and would never die

He’s brilliant without being very conscious. He’s a bad lover but I like being around him.”

But I’m not one to live or subsist on memory

father would put the record on the Victrola

This is all less sentimental than it is unfinished business, a longing to know someone I have no particular right to know