If I fought, I would die. I could not shoot them all. I thought of what they would do to my body. For me, there would be no funeral in the church...where I grew up, no burial at Arlington National Cemetery, no taps, no rifle salute. Worse yet, there would be no closure for my parents. I would be missing in action. As long as they lived, they would hope against hope that I was still alive, that I would come home. I lay on my back, cradling my rifle. It felt like hours. It might have only. Pedro was used to hard floors and slept like a rock.Monday was new in many ways. With her new style and Angela's connections, Patricia could get job interviews at places that would not even admit Pedro. By noon, Patricia had a part time job, dealing with Spanish language matters at a major Manhattan bank. Her starting salary was more per day, part time, than Pedro had made in a week washing dishes. The bank would even tutor her in English. Angela took Patricia to Tavern on the Green to. More

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