Wednesday, October 11, 2006

When Victor's mother died, I offered to drive him home, since I knew he didn't have a car or the necessary funds to purchase the Greyhound ticket to get back down to the southernmost reaches of Mexico. Plus, I was sick of my job, and after he left, I would be the only one left of the original crew, and all the new people just didn't get it.

Although the extent to which we had spoken over the previous 9 months included only the phrases, "Listo!", "All todo?", and "No bueno!", the look he shot me after our manager Manuel translated my offer into Spanish conveyed an understanding not recognized by either of us during that time. He smiled, said, "Si," and that was that.

I picked him up from a house he shared with three other distant members of his family the following morning at 5 a.m., and we headed west on I-20, towards El Paso.

5 comments:

Kristen said...

This had better be continued pretty damned soon. Thou shalt not leave loyal fans hanging.

Anonymous said...

Ditto from your freaking mother and step dad! What happened next & what the ... ???!!!

Kristen said...

DAMN YOU AND YOUR DAMNED "LEAVE THEM HANGING FOR EFFECT" METHODS.

I have so little to live for. Just give me this. Please.

Unknown said...

Where the effing hell are you?!?!

Kristen said...

Come on, now. It's 2007 already. Just open Blogger and start typing.