“It’s really long. I’ll just sing the bit you like.” I knew it was the part about the cicadas. I filled my lungs.
“I live in a house atop a hill down which an orchard spills. A little house where one can see far far off the sea.”
I skipped a few verses. “Among strange palms cicadas sing psalms.”
“The sun sets with golden sails. In the garden, a nightingale.”
I stopped. My sisters were still sitting there waiting for me. I had an idea: I’d sing until nightfall. I’d outlast them.
No such luck. I sang the whole song, repeated it, then I sang ‘For Your Fleeting Love’ and even ‘Ramona’.
The two different versions of ‘Ramona’ that I knew... but they didn’t budge.
Then I got desperate. Better to get it over and done with. I went over to Lalá.
“Go ahead, give it to me.” I turned around and offered her my bum, clenching my teeth because Lalá was heavy-handed with the slipper.
It was Mother’s idea. “Today we’re all going to see the house.”
Totoca took me to one side and told me in a whisper, “If you tell anyone we’ve already been there, you’ve got it coming.”
But it hadn’t even occurred to me. A whole crowd of us set off down the street.
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