A one-legged man once lived in that house with his abuela.
They were like fingernail and flesh.
Until,
he vanished
¡
She prayed outside, in the rain,
for tres días.
!
We had to p u l l her inside.
That night,
a three-legged cat s k u l k e d into town…
… and watched over her till the end.
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This is a variation of a story my grandfather used to tell me about the house on the corner of his street. As he would say, make of it what you will. Grandma would say it was about witchery, but my mother said it was about family, finding a way.
