thirteen
Diesel Begs For Help
“Why the hell do you keep that job?” Santiago slid the paperwork for our new joint checking account across the coffee table to me. I opened a drawer and dropped it inside. “You’ve got more than enough money.”
“Because it looks normal to the government.” I replied, not saying the other reason. That hanging out at home with him was lonely. He rarely came out of his bedroom, and when he did, he was always wearing the same drab brown robe. I could tell he was depressed, but he kept a wall up around himself. “You could always get a job, you know, something to fill the time.”
“I can’t.” Santiago sighed. “Not without a green card.”
“Well, hopefully that will change soon.” I stood up. “I’ll be home in a few hours. Gotta get naked for the students.”
“Later.” Sant
