expected you to return.”
“I know.”
Dad looked toward him.
“I expected it too.”
Luis put his hands into his jacket pockets.
“I wanted you to ask.”
“I thought you wanted me to leave you alone.”
“That was the problem with us.”
“What?”
“We kept respecting requests nobody actually made.”
Dad smiled sadly.
“Yes.”
They stood beside each other for a while.
Then Luis walked toward the unfinished community room.
“What are you doing with this wall?”
“Windows.”
“Too small.”
“You haven’t seen the plans.”
“I’ve photographed workshops for thirty
