That’s going to be a sick scar, Pablo said. I wish I could get a scar like that.

With nothing to lose, and on a family friend’s recommendation, our long-divorced parents took Ike to see a curandera in New Mexico.

Jember looks down at her uncle. He is on his back, like a beetle that has tumbled belly up, squat legs kicking the air above him.

You didn’t want to tell Eddie that his sister was an ashawo—but didn’t he already know?