"Yes," she nods, smiling. "They didn't get to choose it when they were young, but later they did. A repeating of vows."
He'd never seen her goofy like she was a moment ago over Guapo; now, there's a peculiar, soft note of warmth in her voice for two people who lived their entire lives together and only loved each other more as they went. It blends away into her tone a moment later, a drop of white paint into water: not gone, but no longer discernible.
"Abuelito Rodrigo was the mayor of their town for a month when he was twenty. He was voted in by a show of hands in the cantina across from the church, and quit rather than admit that he couldn't read. No one remembers why any of that worked, but it was probably a prank from his best friends, Joaquin and Lito."
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Date: 2022-11-09 02:43 pm (UTC)He'd never seen her goofy like she was a moment ago over Guapo; now, there's a peculiar, soft note of warmth in her voice for two people who lived their entire lives together and only loved each other more as they went. It blends away into her tone a moment later, a drop of white paint into water: not gone, but no longer discernible.
"Abuelito Rodrigo was the mayor of their town for a month when he was twenty. He was voted in by a show of hands in the cantina across from the church, and quit rather than admit that he couldn't read. No one remembers why any of that worked, but it was probably a prank from his best friends, Joaquin and Lito."