Trout, Belly Up. Rodrigo Fuentes

who’s got these white teeth that light the whole place up when she’s happy.

      Analí sat down on the bed and looked up at me, rolling the little rubber ball between her hands.

      You remember her then, I said.

      I don’t have to remember her, I talk to her every day when she comes out of school.

      Right. So – you know each other well then?

      She didn’t answer, but neither did she look away. She let go of the little ball, which fell and rolled across the floor, and then she put one hand on her thigh.

      But do you talk to her a lot? I pressed.

      She tilted her head, made a face, and sighed before answering.