Some Days

She stumbled into the room, steps shaky and uncertain due to age and alcohol.

She sat down and looked at me.

Then asked me to sing a song.

I didn't particularly want to, so I declined.

Her focus turned to others in the room, engaging them in conversation, and then came back to me.

"YOUR FACE! It's so cute, and I like it!"

I laughed, thanked her, and her attention once again wandered to others in the room.

Sixty seconds later, she turned back.

Her face filled with scorn, she said, "Gringa."

And.
                                 Then.
                                                                     She.
                                                                                                  Spit.

Some days, a cute face only gets you so far.