of waters everywhere, hoping to find her two lost children." Her voice hardened. "Thank you for telling him this Jimiti. You are such a kind old man." Manny felt the water around him vibrate and surge against his legs.
"Please," La Llorana asked him. "Don't think those things about me." Silent tears rolled down her face. They mingled with drops of water hovering on the edge of her chin and fell down into the ocean.
"I'm sorry," Jimiti apologized. He had tears of his own.
La Llorana shook her head.
"Take care of yourself, Jimiti," she said, putting a wet hand to his chest. "I will see you again, soon enough. You know this. Go do what you have to do."
A wave broke against La Llarona's legs. She dissolved into the water with a sigh. A single strand of seaweed that had been wrapped around her small breasts floated free and grounded itself on the sand in front of Manny.
Out past the small reef he could hear her calling for her children, a small plaintive voice lost in the rustle
