I wondered: What else did shrewd Rita find?
Pilar looked at them a moment before she said, "She's beautiful. She really is. And Marion-her face… she must heal remarkably fast."
Dewey did look good. She had a blue scarf around her neck. I watched her tilt her head back and laugh, reacting to something Rita had said. Watched Rita look both ways, adjust the radio knob, then turn left onto the street and drive away from us.
I sat there in silence watching the blond hair and the fluttering scarf, thinking things that I, too, did not care to remember… until Pilar reached into the backseat, dug through some sacks, and dropped into my lap something that genuinely surprised me-a Rawlings Heart of the Hide catcher's glove; the Gold Glove series.
She said very softly, "It came with his luggage. This afternoon. He's already at the house waiting for us, and he says he wants to throw. It may be a little awkward at first. Are you sure it's okay?"
She wasn't talking about Gen. Juan Rivera.
I had turned my face away from her; I was looking at the glove. I looked at it for quite a while, then I put it on and tapped my fist into the pocket. I waited awhile longer- I couldn't trust my voice-before I said, "Sure. Anything for the woman who came to Cuba and rescued me."