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Inez drinks her coffee black.
No sugar or cream or artificial shit.
Just like her.
"I've worked at Rosa's for six years," she tells me when I ask. The man who owned it named it after his wife. The old woman I see sometimes. "They were a little reluctant to let a fourteen year old work for them, but I've been there ever since. And since Marcos passed away last year, I'm really all she has left." She's twenty, then. She doesn't ask how old I am and I'm glad I don't have to tell her I'm nearly six years her elder.
She's too young to have those lines around her eyes.
No sugar or cream or artificial shit.
Just like her.
"I've worked at Rosa's for six years," she tells me when I ask. The man who owned it named it after his wife. The old woman I see sometimes. "They were a little reluctant to let a fourteen year old work for them, but I've been there ever since. And since Marcos passed away last year, I'm really all she has left." She's twenty, then. She doesn't ask how old I am and I'm glad I don't have to tell her I'm nearly six years her elder.
She's too young to have those lines around her eyes.
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