Antonio nodded slowly. Then he played a single, clear note— C —and let it ring.
Rae’s throat tightened. “You don’t know me.” lil rae black antonio mallorca
Antonio didn’t ask questions. He just handed her a basket each morning and pointed toward the groves. “Pick the ones with the little black spot near the stem,” he said. “They’re sweetest. Like people who’ve been bruised a little.” Antonio nodded slowly
“Thank you, Antonio.”
He smiled, a little sad. “Thank you , little rae. You reminded me why I started playing music in the first place.” Antonio.” He smiled
Here’s a short, interesting story featuring Lil Rae Black and Antonio Mallorca. The Echo in the Orange Groves