It had been a long time since Robbie had been through a "meet the fam" gathering, and the last time had been before the Great Change. How things had changed! Now she was meeting a plethora of attractive Chicanas mostly in their late twenties, many with a strong family resemblance, variously identified as "my son," "my grandson," "my daughter," "my son-in-law," "my daughter-in-law" and "my great-grandson." I'm never going to remember who these people are, Robbie thought, when the eldest son and the great-granddaughter look like twins.
Teresa's descendants were commemorating those that had gone before on the Day of the Dead. While the rest of the family was gathered around eating tamales and reminiscing, Teresa took Robbie by the hand and led her to a solitary gravestone. "My husband" she said. By the dates on the gravestone he had died about ten years before the Great Change.
"I'm sorry."
"He would have loved the Great Change. He loved women so much."
"Did he love you?"
"Sometimes." Teresa was crying. "I still miss him."
Robbie took her in her arms. "It's all right" she said "It's all right."