James pulled the door closed a little bit, but not all the way. It seemed he was afraid Mayra was going to come after him, but instead Mayra went to the kitchen and took out a can of oatmeal, preparing it on the stove while she cut up a banana to go in with the mush. “Come here, pequeño. Let’s get some yummy food in you and make the rumblies go away. Would you like that?”
James watched as Mayra fiddled with the radio until he heard a bunch of commercials, with people talking very fast and in Spanish. Those radio commercials segued into what I was very danceable-type of music he remembered hearing in a Mexican restaurant one time. Going over to the kitchen, James watched her faintly humming the words of the song to herself as she began cutting up a banana and stirring a pot.
