Orange Tiles

March 11, 1985: Almost the end of summer.Today, por no particular reason, I take myself back to the orange tiles in the church of San Vicente. They were dark orange and always shiny. I see the long rows of dark brown pews and the statue of the Virgen on the left hand side of the church near the altar. That is where would wait for him. I would sit on one of the pews under her statue until Luis appeared. Sometimes I waited half an hour, sometimes more. But I didn´t mind. In fact, I loved it because after I got over my shyness, I would raise my eyes from the hem of my skirt and look at him. When he looked back at me, I sensed something in him that told me he cared. Maybe it was my woman´s intution, maybe it was something else. But it was there. What I felt was not one-sided. There is no way I could ever believe that.