In the months after her little brother came to New York City, Rosa met many of his girlfriends. One or two were fellow Peruvians, but most were Puerto Ricans. This was because from the moment that her brother landed in New York, he fell for the music of Puerto Rico - salsa - harder than he ever did for any woman. Emilina was the last and the sweetest of his girlfriends.
How I Write
I work at the kitchen table, which feels more conducive to messes than an office desk. From the marble notebook, I type the story into my laptop, cleaning up the draft as I go, expanding or cutting.
