ABSTRACT
When juby feel the eyes, he think it that fine Puerto Rican mama checking him out, but when he look up, trying to be cute, it’s old woman staring in his face. She turn away, like she wasn’t looking at him no how, so Juby take a minute to watch her. She little, got that curve to the back that make old folks be shorter, but he can tell what she used to look like by her hands. They slender, fingers dancing, folding towels in halves, then thirds, a deft quartet of corners.
