Joaquim, the smallest, whispered: “What if the characters become the books?”
That night, Broca Street held a parade. Filomena’s hats became floating lanterns. Don Teodoro’s clocks all struck story hour at once—7 p.m. Lola invented a word for the feeling of a place refusing to die: “callesita” (the small street that is actually a whole world). personajes de la calle broca
He looked at the mayor. “Hmph.”