ESPAÑOLA, N.M. — The caretaker at the hillside cemetery braced against the cold and walked among the graves. Crosses cast shadows on bunched flowers. A strand of tinsel gleamed from a bare tree. He looked over the rows and shut the gate, his face red, his hands small and coarse.
"I've got to come back and pick up the garbage," the caretaker said. "People leave it."
He glanced at a visitor, anticipating the question.
