The Journal of Antonio Montoya - Rilegato

Ramona drove through town and took the road behind the village office and pulled up to the front of her house. She shut off the engine and looked at her nephew. She would feed Jose some lunch, and then she would see. Jose looked over at her, and Ramona reached out her hand and brushed lightly at his hair.
"Let's go inside, Jose," she said. "We'll have some lunch and drink something warm."
The two of them climbed out of the truck. A slight breeze blew, and the water from the cottonwoods fell on them in large fat drops. Before they reached the house, the front door swung open and Ramona's grandfather, Epolito Montoya, who had been dead for thirteen years, stood in the doorway.
"Why are you out in the rain?" he said.