Night Train 23
Graciela was crazy about onions. Whenever she chopped the vegetables she was constantly pinching up a bit of raw onion and stuffing it into her mouth. More than once I saw her pick up a peeled onion and bite into it as if it were an apple. One day I was staggering past the sink with a 100-pound bag of potatoes on my shoulder when Graciela suddenly threw her arms around me and kissed me. Her mouth tasted like onions. Her apron was saturated with blood. She’d been standing at the butcher’s bench... Sign in to see full entry.