David: Why don’t you read a page from the book?
Sarah: Would you like that?
David: I would like that.
Sarah: I would do anything for you at this moment. I am the luckiest writer on earth, the luckiest writer of the picture book. They’re on the road, they’ve left Mexico and they’re, Isabel and her family are coming towards Gary, Indiana, and it’s April 9th, 1957.
Dear Auntie Lupita, I forgot to tell you something, I heard Spanish being spoken in a café where we stopped on the second day of our long drive north. Then the best part was after lunch when we drove through many, many, many blue flowers. The very next day the sky became that same blue. Chavo said we left a sea of blue at our feet and entered an ocean of blue over our heads. I want to talk like that. Missing you, Isabel. P.S. I am using my best words and Chavo’s dictionary helps with the new ones.
One more?
David: How about this one? The next page.
Sarah: On the next page it’s April 14th. It’s a week later, 1957, almost a week later. Dear Auntie Lupita, we have only been in our new home for ten days. But most of the boxes are unpacked. I like having our old things around me again. Some snow came down, snow came down all night and made my whole world new. This morning everything was white. I ran outside and made a snow angel.
Do you remember the one we saw in the book at the library last year? Mother says it is a funny time of year for snow and it will all melt by tomorrow. Where will the snow angel go? Missing you, Isabel.
You have to wait until tonight for me to read the rest of the story. You have to wait for bedtime, Davey.
Sarah: We are happy.
David: This has been a good interview.
Sarah: This has been a great interview.
