Chapter Text
Seeking
One of them, Julieta had said, should see if they could find Bruno, perhaps get further explanation, and briefly she was adamant that it would be her.
But Agustín had disagreed.
"Your mother would know something was wrong if you went after him, and she'd start asking questions. Better she doesn't think anything is wrong," he patted the hand of hers he was holding with his other. "But I'm not even sure where to start."
They didn't want to say more, lest Dolores hear them. Julieta took a slip of paper and wrote, I've heard Dolores say she hears him muttering and mumbling close by. Maybe he's still in the house somewhere?
He's not in his room, Agustín wrote back, I've checked there a few times. If there was only a clue...some hint of where he'd be...
I've noticed food disappearing from the kitchen when I've been the only one there, Julieta wrote, But that could just be the mice.
"Where could Bruno be?" she said suddenly aloud.
One of the bottom cabinet doors opened suddenly, smacking Agustín right on the behind.
"Oh, we forgot, didn't we?" Julieta laughed. "Casita, we're so sorry. Could you help us?"
The tiles quivered suddenly, and wavered in a squiggly line in the direction of the kitchen door.
You go after him, Julieta wrote on the paper, I'll stay here. We'll find him, and we'll figure this out. Remember that I love you.
"I know every time I look at you," Agustín smiled. He kissed her, and then headed out the kitchen door, following the shaky floor tiles and stones.
Julieta tossed the paper into the oven, and went on starting up the fire for her next round of arepas.