May 15, 2014

Consuelo came to a halt beside a rosebush. I stopped beside her and waited for her to speak. She remained silent, however, staring at the scarlet blossoms but not seeming to see them; her eyes held a faraway, pensive look.

 

“Is something wrong?” I asked her gently.

 

“It’...

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