her work so I knew that her back was still hurting her. Still â she wanted to make coffee for me.
âMaybe you shouldnât be making pasteles âcause you hurt your back and all.â
âI have to make them, mija . People expect me to.â
âI know, Mami, but you donât make that much more money.â
âItâs the only way.â
I started to tell her maybe working so hard wasnât the only way but didnât. She wouldnât get it anyway.
âYou going to church?â she asked, tossing the peeled yautÃa into a pot of salted water.
âYes.â
She laughed. âI guess I can thank the Young Lords for that.â
âWhat?â
âThey making you like church. Even though you are wearing jeans â like you are a farmer.â
It was true. Since Abuela bought me a pair of jeans from Lernerâs, itâs all Iâd been wanting to wear. But I ignored Mamiâs comment and watched her peel another yautÃa .
âThe pastor has agreed to meet with the Young Lords today, Mami.â
â Pues lo que sea. Whatever,â she said, and continued working. The light coming in from the window was hitting the back of Mamiâs head so I couldnât see her face, but I could see her hands. She had one split nail that grew in crooked and a scar. I knew the nail had been damaged while she was helping Pops unload a refrigerator, but I didnât know how she got the scar under her thumb. The cuticles on all her fingers were jagged, all the nails ragged. The image of Abuelaâs coral-colored fingertips went through my mind and I had to ask.
âMami, how come you and Abuela are fighting all the time?â
We listened to the sound of her knife gouging off the hard skin of the yautÃa before she answered carefully.
âI guess you are maybe old enough to understand. Your abuela and I were never close. How could we be? She was always away working with the Nationalists all over the island.â
âWho did you stay with?â
âA few people. For a while, I stayed with an older cousin in Ponce. They were nice, they were doing all right, but I always felt I was taking from them.â
âTaking what?â
âI donât know. Food. Space.â
Mami sighed.
âWhen my cousin had a baby, she needed the room, so I had to leave.â Mami dumped the yautÃa she was peeling into the salted water. âThere was another cousin who took me in, but it was on the other side of the island, Aguas Buenas. That was hard. It was mountainous, and when it rained, it was very muddy. I didnât see my mother much after that.â
She stopped talking and poured some lard into a frying pan, set the flame, and began to slice up some onions. âThese onions always get in my eyes,â she said, wiping them with the back of her hand. âI was happy to get married to your father and live in my own place.â Then she started laughing. âItâs funny. One of the few times I saw your grandmother was when tu padre died. She came to protest.â
âThat he died?â
âNo, to protest the war in Korea.â
âBut Papi died way after the war.â
âBut he died of a wound that happened during the war. Your abuela came with signs that said she was against all wars fought by poor people for the rich.â
Mami said this with no hint of judgment or opinion.
âPregnant with you, I came to New York as soon as I could. I had to get away. There was work here. I wanted my own house. I just didnât know how hard it was going to be to get one.â She tossed the onions into the hot fat, and we listened to it sizzle. âBut I got here â and I will get my house.â She paused, then went on, âYou better go. Iâll stay here and finish.â
She didnât want to talk anymore. I went from being angry to pitying her and walked to church trying to contain the revolution those two
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