Later, I imagined she might be waiting to gather several weeks together to pay me all at once.
Eventually, I understood the truth: she simply had nothing to pay me with.
One afternoon, while I was making her some chicken broth, I gathered the courage and said,
“Doña Carmen, don’t worry about the money. You can pay me whenever you can.”
She set the spoon down on the plate and looked at me with a strange sadness.
“You always talk as if there will still be a ‘later.’”
I didn’t know how to respond.
Over the months, my routine became part of her life, and she slowly became part of mine.
I would bring her fruit when I had a little extra money.
