Marilyn was blond. She had a blond daughter. Marilyn spoke English. My mother and Father agreed that Marilyn was beautiful. Short. They spoke of her taste in clothes. Of her disdain for artificial fibers. She was Rafael’s designer. But she hadn’t studied design. She didn’t really design, my father would say. She copied. But with taste, my mother would say.

From the story The Label, by Javier González. Translated by Jessica Ernst Powell.


See also:
[Hernán Vanoli] [Federico Guzmán Rubio] [Diego Zúñiga]