Every morning, regulars and strangers converge at Juanita’s Café. The regulars include four retired gentlemen who compare medical conditions and tip like it’s 1962. Today’s strangers include the giggling couple in a corner booth, rehashing last night’s debauchery.
Juanita’s son runs the kitchen. He is a kind man who concocts the perfect omelet. There are but a handful of customers who even remember Juanita. They’ve stopped asking about her, aware of the circumstances. But Luis knows all too well what happened to his mother. He remembers the day immigration rushed in and took her away, saying she did not belong here.