Heat

January 3, 1983: It's a very uncomfortable feeling, to say the least. This afternoon, on our way to see Matilde, my Tia and I ran into Padre Luis. All of a sudden, I felt that my face was hot and almost humid, though the temperature was only around 75 Fahrenheit. I used my old reliable defense mechanism and stared at the yellow sidewalk tiles again. It was the only thing I could do and I hope he didn't notice my face.
Matilde wasn't home, so we'll have to go back again. This suspense is harming my aunt. She keeps dropping things, like dishes and glasses. I don't know what to do to get her mind off this situation.