“Shelly,” Lupe called out, and she found that her voice was weepy. “Shelly, it’s me. I’m sorry I haven’t been to see you lately.” Lupe could see the bump of her tortoise’s shell in the sandbox. “I’m sorry about a lot of things.” Lupe felt a dry lump in her throat. “You know I always wanted to do the right thing, to make Mama proud and be a star ballplayer. Now look at me. I’m no good for anyone, not even you.” Lupe heard David clearing out the car’s trunk in the garage.
“I can’t come and feed you now. I can’t even feed myself. I’m stuck in this chair.” Lupe heard the car trunk slam close. “I’m so sorry.” She heard the car engine start and knew she was running out of time. Beyond the bump in the sand, Shelly’s head popped up and turned slowly toward Lupe’s voice. “You heard me. You understand? I don’t know what’s going to happen next. I’ll make sure someone takes care of you.” Lupe leaned forward in her chair, desperate to make contact with her silent pet.
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