The Wistful Mountain
In the sugar town of Cienfuegos, a woman’s worth is measured by the weight of the crates she can lift before her back gives out. I am Esperanza Ybáñez, and I have spent thirty years lifting heavy things, moving pianos from the humid docks to the parlor floors of the wealthy, my hands raw and calloused from the friction of lacquer and rope. The rain has been falling sideways for a week now,...
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