13

ROSIANNA

“What favor is that?” I asked my aunty expectantly.

“You see, there's this document we need right now, but we don't have it. It's the document of our property in Chicago we want to sell. The buyers will be coming real soon.”

“You don't have it?” I asked, puzzled.

She nodded. “Dante forgot it on the island the last time he visited there. Please go to the island and get it for us. We would have asked Santos, but he just came back and has been really busy in the office.”

“Oh...”

“Can you go up there to the island and get the papers?” she asked hopefully. “I'll call the sailor and have him to come pick at the riverbank. Please?”

I wasn’t terribly busy at work that week, and Aunty rarely asked for favors. I took a deep breath and nodded. “Alright. I'll go tomorrow.”

“Ah. Thank God.” She breathed a deep sigh of relief. “Thank you, Rosy.”

“Just call the sailor and tell him to be ready. I don't want to get stranded at the riverbank waiting for him to show up.”

“Of course!” She smiled