Rocío Esquibel is a woman growing to be up in a Southern New Mexico city along with her mom and sister. She defines her local via its trees—the willow, the apricot and the only they name the marking-off tree. Rocio understands she used to be born within the closet the place she and her sister now take turns the image of Jesus whose eyes remove darkness from at the hours of darkness. yet at evening she enters a paranormal realm, and in her imaginary Blue Room, she will be able to fly. at the beginning she is a mesmerized observer of the lives of older ladies and their boyfriends, yet as she unearths a task on the neighborhood sanatorium, and discovers a fondness for drama and tales, Rocio starts off to make her personal offerings in love and paintings.
Alive with the style of tamales and the lyrical tang of the Esquibels’ speak, The final of the Menu Girls turns into a wealthy party of Chicano tradition, and a common tale of discovering one’s means on the earth.
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