Love at 83 - Part 3

[Please read Parts 1 and 2 first!]

Our first date, on which Rosa accompanied us to translate, was to the food court in the mall. Consuelo had heard they had Honduran food, and damned if she wasn’t right. The restaurant, if that’s the right word, had a name I couldn’t pronounce and wouldn’t be able to spell to regain my continence. I’d never seen Consuelo…